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The Cottage Near Rochelle.

When I beheld the anchor weigh'd,
And with the shore thy image fade,
I deem'd each wave a boundless sea,
That bore me still from love and thee.
I watched alone the sun decline,
And envied beams on thee to shine,
While anguish painted 'neath her spell,
My love and cottage near Rochelle.
'Mid every clime would memory trace,
In every scene that gentle face,
That mute pale lip — thy parting sigh,
That one sad tear which filled thine eye,
Till fancy's dream with sweet control,
On magic wings would lift my soul
And waft me home with thee to dwell.
My love and cottage near Rochelle.