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TO A CHURCH STEEPLE.
Welcome! my ancient friend!
Thrice welcome to my sight;
Where falls thy shadow I shall wend
My willing steps to-night.
Around thy base I played
In childhood's thoughtless glee,
Old spire, again tow'rd thee I've strayed—
Dost thou remember me?
Thrice welcome to my sight;
Where falls thy shadow I shall wend
My willing steps to-night.
Around thy base I played
In childhood's thoughtless glee,
Old spire, again tow'rd thee I've strayed—
Dost thou remember me?
Pleasant the first faint ray
Of morning light appears
To those who wait the coming day,
And watch through many tears;
And sweet the evening star
Gleams from the shadowy sky,
On mariners, who've wandered far
From land with weary eye.
Of morning light appears
To those who wait the coming day,
And watch through many tears;
And sweet the evening star
Gleams from the shadowy sky,
On mariners, who've wandered far
From land with weary eye.
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So breaks upon my path
Thy tall familiar form,
A cheering look to me it hath,
Like sunshine after storm;
And quick as lives a thought,
Or bird skims o'er the vane,
My heart leaped up, when memory caught
Thy slender top again.
Thy tall familiar form,
A cheering look to me it hath,
Like sunshine after storm;
And quick as lives a thought,
Or bird skims o'er the vane,
My heart leaped up, when memory caught
Thy slender top again.
Welcome! my ancient friend!
Thrice welcome to my sight,
Where falls thy shadow, I shall wend
My willing steps to-night.
Thanks, thanks—out on the sea
Thou wav'st a greeting home,
I knew thou would'st remember me,
Old spire, I come! I come!
Thrice welcome to my sight,
Where falls thy shadow, I shall wend
My willing steps to-night.
Thanks, thanks—out on the sea
Thou wav'st a greeting home,
I knew thou would'st remember me,
Old spire, I come! I come!
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