Edward Farmer, A Selection of Original Songs, Scraps… (1846)
“ When hope scarcely spoke, and in tones of the coldest, And each one on board was the vassal of fear. I had, in that hour of dark peril, a feeling, Which never forsakes me, where'er I may be, The glow of affection around my heart stealing, Which told, my dear Mary, of Home and of Thee! ”
