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TO THE AUTHOR OF “THIRTY YEARS FROM HOME.”
Son of the Sea! through many a clime
Hardship and toil have marked thy way
The thundering battle steeped in blood,
And the wild tempest's fearful sway.
Hardship and toil have marked thy way
The thundering battle steeped in blood,
And the wild tempest's fearful sway.
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But now, thy peaceful hearth beside,
Thy happier lot it is to see
Domestic comfort flourish fair,
And yield its cherished fruits to thee.
Thy happier lot it is to see
Domestic comfort flourish fair,
And yield its cherished fruits to thee.
Forget not in thy daily prayer
To praise the Hand that safely led
Thee through the perils of the wave,
And snares of sin thy path that spread.
To praise the Hand that safely led
Thee through the perils of the wave,
And snares of sin thy path that spread.
Son of the Sea! thy choice is made,
Fast by thy Saviour's cross to cling;
So mayst thou reach His haven blest,
And join the triumphs of thy King.
Fast by thy Saviour's cross to cling;
So mayst thou reach His haven blest,
And join the triumphs of thy King.
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