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may, perhaps, account for his prophetic dream 

 of the night. 



The southern breeze had died away, 



The ebbing tide to seaward ran ; 

 It was the twihght hour of day, 



E'er night her starry reign began. 



Hendrik had dropped his anchor there, 



Beneath the bristhng PaHsade, 

 When sunset streamed its golden hair, 



On Nature's face in slumber laid. 



And as he paced the decks alone. 



Fond memory brightened into hope ; 



The past was his, and the unknown 

 Was in the future's horoscope. 



He stopped, and gazing at the view, 

 Sat leaning o'er the galliot's side. 



And saw the Indians' light canoe 

 Dance o'er the sparkling starlit tide. 



The music of the parted stream, 

 The wafted land-breeze vesper sigh, 



Stole o'er his senses, and his dream 

 Encouraged by the lullaby 



