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BELIEVE IN ME.

HE ship is waiting; the impatient sails,
 Eager to wing their flight across the brine,
With throbbing bosoms woo the enamored gales:
 I go;—and, going, take your hand in mine,
         And say, "Believe in me!"

I know how widely far and marvellous lands
 And heaving seas will stretch between us twain;
I know that years may pass before our hands,
 Now closely clasping, shall be clasped again,—
         Yet still believe in me.

I know that yonder ocean's mighty strife
 Awaits me, with its threatening dangers fraught;
Yet, though the last breath of my struggling life
 Go out amid its billows, waver not,
         But still believe in me.

I know that glorious scenes will charm my eyes,
And wastes of endless summer tempt my feet;