From the Boston american.
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LINES WRITTEN IN A CALM AT SEA.
WIND of the South! in freshening gales
Come and dlstend the tapping sails;
Q, bear us through the oceans foam
To our own distant native home.
Wind Of the South to thee we turn.
For thee the fragrant incense burn;
The best cigars we smoke all day,
For thee to wait us far away.
Wind of the South! the sleeping sea
Is waiting for thee tranquility.
O, rouse it from its slumbers deep,
To gently roll or madly leap
Wind Of the South! when we're on shore,
brimming bumper we will pour,
And as thou barest us on the sea-
Wind of the South, we'll drink to thee.
Wind of the SOUTH whate'er thy gales,
Though loud thy tempest trumpet walls,
Who'll fear the blasts, though sails they rend,
Which swiftly urge us to friend? JULIo.