IV.

Peace, thy olive wand extend, And bid wild war his ravage end, Man with brother man to meet, And as a brother kindly greet: Then may heaven with prosp'rous gales, Fill my sailor's welcome sails, To my arms their charge convey-- My dear lad that's far away. On the seas and far away On stormy seas and far away; Nightly dreams, and thoughts by day, Are ay with him that's far away.

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