Come and fear not, gentle one,1
Come o’er the sea ;2
Portionless and all alone,3
Come thou with me.4
See ! how gaily in the sun5
My pennons fly6
Over mast, and sail, and gun !7
’Tis a shell—yet, peer’d by none,8
King there am I.9
Land was made but for the slave,10
Fair love of mine !11
But the free, the bright, the brave,12
Theirs is the brine.13
Mystic stores its waters have14
Of joy and glee ;15
Every murmur from its wave16
Speaks of love, and chants a stave17
Of liberty !18