216 VOYAGE TO THE POLAR SEA. December, 1875 



Now let the tell-tale Curtain rise, and say 

 What we have done to wile your hours away. 

 Such as we have, we bring you of our best, 

 And to your kind forbearance leave the rest. 

 One only grief is ours, and you shall share 

 With us the burden of that gentle care. 

 One cherished form we miss — one touch alone — 

 One glance of love — one tender thrilling tone. 

 Ah ! — in the sweet homes of our native isle, 

 The dear ones move, and minister, and smile. 

 We would not wish them here, but this we know— 

 Their thoughts are with us every step we go ; 

 Their life sets northward o'er the cold grey sea, 

 They live in wondering what our life may be ; 

 And heart draws near to heart, and soul to soul, 

 Till each has found its true Magnetic Pole. 



God bless and keep them in His mighty hand— 

 Our wives and sweethearts, and the dear old Land ! 



