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AT SEA.
Worn voyagers, who watch for land
Across the endless wastes of sea,
Who gaze before and on each hand,
Why look ye not to what ye flee?
Across the endless wastes of sea,
Who gaze before and on each hand,
Why look ye not to what ye flee?
The stars by which the sailors steer
Not always rise before the prow;
Though forward nought but clouds appear,
Behind they may be breaking now.
Not always rise before the prow;
Though forward nought but clouds appear,
Behind they may be breaking now.
What though we may not turn again
To shores of childhood that we leave,
Are those old signs we followed vain?
Can guides, so oft found true, deceive?
To shores of childhood that we leave,
Are those old signs we followed vain?
Can guides, so oft found true, deceive?
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Oh, sail we to the South or North,
Oh, sail we to the East or West,
The port from which we first put forth
Is our heart's home, is our life's best.
Oh, sail we to the East or West,
The port from which we first put forth
Is our heart's home, is our life's best.
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