be more agreeable to the eye, long accustomed to the uninterrupted
prospect of a level and wooded country.

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SONG FROM THE ALBUM OF A POET.

_By G.R. Carter._


THE HOMEWARD VOYAGE.


Away o'er the dancing wave,
Like the wings of the white seamew;
How proudly the hearts of the youthful brave
Their dreams of bliss renew!

And as on the pathless deep,
The bark by the gale is driven,
How glorious it is with the stars to keep
A watch on the beautiful heaven.

The winds o'er the ocean bear
Rich fragrance from the flow'rs,
That bloom on the sward, and sparkle there
Like stars in their dark blue bow'rs.