Gayly we glide in the gaze of the worldWith streamers afloat and with canvas unfurled,All gladness and glory to wandering eyes,Yet chartered by sorrow and freighted with sighs.
The convict Ship.
Ships that sailed for sunny isles, But never came to shore.Thomas Kibble Hervey
Morn on the waters, and purple and bright Bursts on the billows the flushing of light. O'er the glad waves, like a child of the sun, See the tall vessel goes gallantly on.Thomas Kibble Hervey
A Hebrew knelt in the dying light, His eye was dim and cold; The hairs on his brow were silver white, And his blood was thin and old.Thomas Kibble Hervey