The Travellers

As gallant Barks, on Ocean's tide
When summer breezes blow,
Oft meet and journey side by side,
Communing as they go;

But soon, by varying wind and wave,
Are parted on the Main,
The stormy seas alone to brave,
And never meet again.

So we, by happy fortune thrown
On Pleasure's crowded ways,
While brilliant scenes around us shone,
Have spent some joyous days.

But soon to different havens bound
A separate course we steer,
And where shall meet, in life's dull round,
The circle gather'd here?

We may not meet, but yet those hours
So blest to each and all,
So strew'd with variegated flowers,
The spirit may recall.

On distant shores, when memory warms
Till life's unsunn'd decline,
We'll round us bring the friendly forms,
That parted on the Rhine.

As gallant Barks, on Ocean's tide
When summer breezes blow,
Oft meet and journey side by side,
Communing as they go;

But soon, by varying wind and wave,
Are parted on the Main,
The stormy seas alone to brave,
And never meet again.

So we, by happy fortune thrown
On Pleasure's crowded ways,
While brilliant scenes around us shone,
Have spent some joyous days.

But soon to different havens bound
A separate course we steer,
And where shall meet, in life's dull round,
The circle gather'd here?

We may not meet, but yet those hours
So blest to each and all,
So strew'd with variegated flowers,
The spirit may recall.

On distant shores, when memory warms
Till life's unsunn'd decline,
We'll round us bring the friendly forms,
That parted on the Rhine.
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