Sad was the hour when for the sea
My Willie left his home!
The day was bright with spring's delight,
But round my heart was gloom,
I thought on ocean's perils wild,
The changes, too, of years;
That waters wide should us divide
Forever, were my fears.

I see him as at parting, now;
His calm and manly air;
His eye that glowed, no tear bestowed,
Yet sorrow still was there;
He grasped me warmly by the hand,
He murmured but my name:
The words were few at our adieu,
For words we could not frame.

The wind blows freshly from the sea,
A ship is off the shore;
But ah! I know no breeze will blow
To waft poor Willie o'er.
Full low on ocean's bed he lies,
Above, the billows play;
The waters wide will us divide
Forever,—till THE DAY !