For the Columbian Fountain.


THE SAILORS FAREWELL!
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And must we take the parting hand2


Oh, then, forget me not
While ye are ON the firm dry land
Bound by the oceans countless sand,
And home extends her magic wand,


Think Of the sailors lot.
Round you will gather loved ones, too,
And hope with flowers your pathway strew,
And every scene be bright and true,


In loue's romantic cot!
Then think ofame, when round the hearth
M Ye shall fondly rally,
Or when with hearts of harmless mirth,
Ye mingle with my friends of worth,
Or wander through the fields of earth,


And in humble valley.


While seated round the fireside,
Where Friendship, Love and TRUTH abide,
And am on the ocean wide,


Oh, then, still think Of me
Yes, think Of me for must meet


The rough pillows fury,
And with sailors firmness, greet
The wave that 'gainst our vessel beat,
And spread or fur the snow-white sheet,


However dark and stormy.
Y For while SO snuglyye are housed,
And with the smiles Of home amused,
Pm 'amid the storm by winds aroused,


Sweeping o'er US wildly!
Oh think Of me when far away,


Upon the dark blue sea,
Rolling amid the ocean spray,
Meath the smiles of sunny day,
Or in the mists Of twilight gray,
AS the wild minstrelsy
Ofwhistling breezes, urge US on #
To the destined port, and anon,
The half hid moon, so pale and wan,
Smiles on us silently!
Oh think Of me, cold water men,
a For am one ofye, sa
I'll never enter .Alchy's den i
l'll bow TO Bacchus ne'er again,
For now among the temp'rance men,
stand redeem'd and free!
Henceforth dash the bowl away,
Dawns now for me brighter day, a
And sunny hope her cheering ray,


Flashes across the sea!
People Of God still think Of me,


AS far away go,
Fain would longer stay with ye,
To mingle in your company,
And breath the air Of pieiy--


Sure antidote of wo! M
But no, 4 cannot even stay, Saa.,
To hear you tell Of endless day;
Then pray for me, as far away


Over the wave go
PHILADELpHA, March z, 1876.