Song - Wind Of The Sea

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Wind of the Sea, come fill my sail -
Lend me the breath of a freshening gale
    And bear my port-worn ship away!
For O the greed of the tedious town -
The shutters up and the shutters down!
    Wind of the Sea, sweep over the bay
    And bear me away! - away!

Whither you bear me, Wind of the Sea,
Matters never the least to me:
    Give me your fogs, with the sails adrip,
Or the weltering path thro' the starless night -
On, somewhere, is a new daylight
    And the cheery glint of another ship
    As its colors dip and dip!



Wind of the Sea, sweep over the bay
    And bear me away! - away!

James Whitcomb Riley

James Whitcomb Riley was an American writer, poet, and best-selling author. He was known as the "Hoosier Poet" and the "Children's Poet" for his dialect works and children's poetry respectively. Over his career, Riley authored approximately 1,000 poems, including "Little Orphant Annie" and "The Raggedy Man". His influence extended into the 20th century, and his works continued to be celebrated for their nostalgic and rural themes.

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