She knows her native power,

And holds the heart of him she loves, a Woman and a Queen.

THE GOOD SHIP "OHIO."

Swift o'er the lee when the wind flies free,

Follows the ship "Ohio,"

With skies o'ercast she bends to the blast,

Like a billowy bird she can fly, O,

And she'll leave all behind in a whispering wind

As soft as a maiden's sigh, O.

Or when o'er the Lakes the storm-cloud breaks,

And the waves scoop their murderous hollow,

While the weaker ship to its mooring must slip

And safe in a harbor wallow,

In the front of the storm she fills her white form,

And the demons of danger follow.

O for the life 'mid the storm and the strife

Of sailor and storm and billow!

Far be my bed from the lubberly dead

That sleep near the wailing willow,

But give me the grave of the mutinous wave

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