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Poems: With a Sketch of the Life and Experience of Annie R. Smith

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    Oh! Let me be on the Stormy Sea

    Oh! let me be on the stormy sea,
    Where darksome clouds arise;
    When the waters dash and the lightning flash,
    Along the dismal skies;
    There I should be so wild and free.
    Oh! let me roam, on the ocean wave
    Oh! give me a home.
    PSAS 113.3

    Oh! let me be on the stormy sea,
    When the tempests madly rave;
    Where no voice is heard, save the wild sea bird,
    As it skims o’er the foamy wave;
    No strife and care would reach me there.
    Then let me roam, on the ocean wave
    Oh! give me a home.
    PSAS 113.4

    Oh! let me be on the stormy sea,
    For there is the home of the brave;
    We never fear when danger’s near,
    Tossed on the towering wave;
    Boldly they sail through wind and gale.
    There let me roam, on the ocean wave
    Oh! give me a home.
    PSAS 114.1

    Oh! let me be on the stormy sea,
    Where the raging billows bound;
    Where the roaring surge and mournful dirge
    Is ever heard around;
    Where the wild winds sigh, as they whistle by.
    Oh! there would I roam, on the ocean wave
    Oh! give me a home.
    PSAS 114.2

    Oh! let me be on the stormy sea,
    Far down in the briny deep;
    On corals gay, myriads lay,
    In their last silent sleep.
    Beneath the wave, a wat’ry grave
    They’ve found. No more they’ll roam-
    ‘Neath ocean’s wave they’ve found a home.
    PSAS 114.3

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