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THOUGHTS OF HOME
A home I have on land,
A humble one, and low,
But there my best beloved friend
Remembereth me, I know;
And she will teach, with glowing cheek
Our babe its father's name to speak.
A humble one, and low,
But there my best beloved friend
Remembereth me, I know;
And she will teach, with glowing cheek
Our babe its father's name to speak.
I keep my lonely watch
At midnight's solemn hour,
And when the rushing waves go by
With wild resistless power,
A spirit whispereth from their foam,
“O Sailor! Sailor! welcome home!”
At midnight's solemn hour,
And when the rushing waves go by
With wild resistless power,
A spirit whispereth from their foam,
“O Sailor! Sailor! welcome home!”
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'T is often in my thoughts,
That quiet home and fair,
And in my sea-rocked dream I see
The infant sleeping there;
And tears that from his mother's eye
Gushed when I bade them both good bye.
That quiet home and fair,
And in my sea-rocked dream I see
The infant sleeping there;
And tears that from his mother's eye
Gushed when I bade them both good bye.
Upon their love I muse,
When wrathful tempests roar,
And heavenward lift the earnest prayer,
To see their face once more;
And joyful join the happy band
Whose home is in my native land.
When wrathful tempests roar,
And heavenward lift the earnest prayer,
To see their face once more;
And joyful join the happy band
Whose home is in my native land.
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