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Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889

Song: ‘Slipping, drifting with the tide’

By Mary Newmarch Prescott (1849–1888)

SLIPPING, drifting with the tide,

All the summer twilight through,

While in heaven the stars abide,

In my heart sweet dreams of you.

Echoes following from the shore

Seem the chorus of our song,

Summer odors blown before

Float the tune along.

Shall we linger till the day

Paints the earth a thing divine?

Spread the sail and haste away

Where the distant breakers shine?

Held within their fearful grasp,

Would they crush us like a shell?

Dying, dearest, in your clasp

All would yet be well!