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LAND'S END.
The gale was propitious, all canvass was spread,
As swift through the water we glided,
The tear-drop yet glistened which friendship had shed,
Though the pang whence it sprang had subsided.
Fast faded in distance each object we knew,
As the shores which we loved were retiring,
And the last grateful object which lingered in view,
Was the beacon on land's end aspiring.
As swift through the water we glided,
The tear-drop yet glistened which friendship had shed,
Though the pang whence it sprang had subsided.
Fast faded in distance each object we knew,
As the shores which we loved were retiring,
And the last grateful object which lingered in view,
Was the beacon on land's end aspiring.
Ah! here, I exclaimed, is an emblem of life,
For 't is but a turbulent ocean,
Where passion with reason is ever at strife,
While our frail little barks are in motion.
The haven of infancy, calm and serene,
We leave in the distance retiring,
While memory lingers, to gaze on some scene,
Like the beacon on land's end aspiring.
For 't is but a turbulent ocean,
Where passion with reason is ever at strife,
While our frail little barks are in motion.
The haven of infancy, calm and serene,
We leave in the distance retiring,
While memory lingers, to gaze on some scene,
Like the beacon on land's end aspiring.
Oh may I be careful to steer by that chart
Which Wisdom in mercy has given,
And true, like the needle, this tremulous heart
Be constantly pointing to heaven;
Thus safely with tempests and billows I'll cope,
And find (when at last they 're subsiding)
On the land's end of life is a beacon of hope,
To the harbor of happiness guiding.
Which Wisdom in mercy has given,
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Be constantly pointing to heaven;
Thus safely with tempests and billows I'll cope,
And find (when at last they 're subsiding)
On the land's end of life is a beacon of hope,
To the harbor of happiness guiding.
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