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The Northern Star

     A Tynemouth Ship

      THE NORTHERN STAR
      Sailed over the bar
Bound to the Baltic Sea;
      In the morning gray
      She stretched away;—
’T was a weary day to me!

      For many an hour
      In sleet and shower
By the lighthouse rock I stray;
      And watch till dark
      For the wingéd bark
Of him that is far away.

      The castle’s bound
      I wander round,
Amidst the grassy graves:
      But all I hear
      Is the north-wind drear,
And all I see are the waves.

      The Northern Star
      Is set afar!
Set in the Baltic Sea:
      And the waves have spread
      The sandy bed
That holds my Love from me.

1. Gathering of Atholl
2. The Banks o’ Glaizart
3. The Aisle of Tombs
4. Sir Richard Whittington’s Advancement
5. The Cave of Pope

Charles Mackay The Northern Star ("The rushing winds around us sweep")

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