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“SI JE DE PERDS, JE SUIS PERDU.”
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These Stanzas were suggested by an impress on a Seal, representing a boat at sea, and a man at the helm looking up at a solitary star, with a motto—“Si je te perds, je suis perdu.”
Shine on thou bright beacon
Unclouded and free,
From thy high place of calmness
O'er life's troubled sea;
It's morning of promise,
It's smooth waves are gone,
And the billows rave wildly,
Then bright one shine on.
Unclouded and free,
From thy high place of calmness
O'er life's troubled sea;
It's morning of promise,
It's smooth waves are gone,
And the billows rave wildly,
Then bright one shine on.
The wings of the tempest
May rush o'er thy ray;
But tranquil thou smilest,
Undimm'd by its sway;
High, high o'er the worlds
Where storms are unknown,
Thou dwellest all beauteous,
All glorious,—alone.
May rush o'er thy ray;
But tranquil thou smilest,
Undimm'd by its sway;
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Where storms are unknown,
Thou dwellest all beauteous,
All glorious,—alone.
From the deep womb of darkness
The lightning flash leaps,
O'er the bark of my fortunes
Each mad billow sweeps;
From the port of her safety,
By warring winds driven,
And no light o'er her course,
But yon lone one of Heaven.
The lightning flash leaps,
O'er the bark of my fortunes
Each mad billow sweeps;
From the port of her safety,
By warring winds driven,
And no light o'er her course,
But yon lone one of Heaven.
Yet fear not thou frail one,
The hour may be near,
When our own sunny head-land
Far off shall appear;
When the voice of the storm
Shall be silent and past,
In some island of Heaven
We may anchor at last.
The hour may be near,
When our own sunny head-land
Far off shall appear;
When the voice of the storm
Shall be silent and past,
In some island of Heaven
We may anchor at last.
But bark of Eternity,
Where art thou now,
The wild waters shriek
O'er each plunge of thy prow;
On the world's dreary Ocean,
Thus shattered and tost;
Then lone one shine on,
“If I lose thee I'm lost.”
Where art thou now,
The wild waters shriek
O'er each plunge of thy prow;
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Thus shattered and tost;
Then lone one shine on,
“If I lose thee I'm lost.”
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