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THE BEACON LIGHT.
Why nightly burns a Beacon light
In yon secluded bay?
Who keeps the little taper bright
Until the dawn of day?
Oh it hath been for many years
A lonely woman's care;
Her form is chang'd by time and tears,
Yet still the light is there!
In yon secluded bay?
Who keeps the little taper bright
Until the dawn of day?
Oh it hath been for many years
A lonely woman's care;
Her form is chang'd by time and tears,
Yet still the light is there!
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'Twas kindled by an anxious Bride,
One evening wild and dark;
She hoped to guide across the tide
Her sailor's fragile bark:
At sunset it was just in sight—
But storm-clouds fill'd the air!
And all that long, long dreadful night,
The Beacon light was there.
One evening wild and dark;
She hoped to guide across the tide
Her sailor's fragile bark:
At sunset it was just in sight—
But storm-clouds fill'd the air!
And all that long, long dreadful night,
The Beacon light was there.
Morn came at last,—the sail was gone!
She never saw it more!
Year after year she lives alone
Upon that fatal shore:
Unconscious of her faded form,
She braids her snow-white hair;
To guide her bridegroom thro' the storm,
The Beacon light is there!
She never saw it more!
Year after year she lives alone
Upon that fatal shore:
Unconscious of her faded form,
She braids her snow-white hair;
To guide her bridegroom thro' the storm,
The Beacon light is there!
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