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friends across the sea.

O friends! loved friends across the sea,
Settlers in far-off colonies,
Our sad hearts ache despairingly,
As hope within us slowly dies—
The hope of a re-union here
Slowly and surely fades away,
For some, grown old, will ne'er return,
And some content, will never stray.

O friends! lost friends across the sea—
That wide, wide waste of rolling waves—
Friends laid by stranger hands to rest
On alien soil, in unwept graves;
The tempest of our grief is spent,
The fountains of our tears are dry,
But, still, O friends, you're cherished yet,
Embalmed in fondest memory!

O friends! O friends across the sea,
Friends whom we hope to meet once more,
And friends whom Fate or Heaven decrees
Shall ne'er re-visit this dear shore—
There is a land where we may meet,
A haven where we long to be,
Our Father's home, where none shall weep
And watch for "Friends across the sea."