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So home we sailed, at twilight,
 To the familiar shore;
Turned from the golden glory,
 To live the old life o'er.

We'll make no further ventures,—
 For timid is my Love,—
Until fresh sailing orders
 Are sent us from above.

Then past the deep mid-ocean
 'Twixt life and life we'll steer,
To land on happier islands
 Than those we dreamed of here.