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the life-voyage.
THE LIFE-VOYAGE.
a ballad.
Once in the olden time there dwelt,
Beside the sounding sea,
A little maid—her garb was coarse,
Her spirit pure and free.
Beside the sounding sea,
A little maid—her garb was coarse,
Her spirit pure and free.
Her parents were an humble twain,
And poor as poor could be;
Yet gayly sang the guileless child,
Beside the sounding sea.
And poor as poor could be;
Yet gayly sang the guileless child,
Beside the sounding sea.
The hut was bare, and scant the fare,
And hard her little bed;
But she was rich! A single gem
Its beauty round her shed.
And hard her little bed;
But she was rich! A single gem
Its beauty round her shed.
