HOME AT LAST.
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HOME AT LAST.
HILD, do not fear;We shall reach our home to-night, For the sky is clear, And the winters bright;And the breezes have scarcely strength To unfold that little cloud, That like a shroudSpreads out its fleecy length; Then have no fear,As we cleave our silver way Through the waters clear. Fear not, my child!Though the waves are white and high, And the storm blows wild Through the gloomy sky;On the edge of the western sea, See that line of golden light, Is the haven brightWhere home is awaiting thee Where, this peril past,We shall rest from our stormy voyage In peace at last.
Be not afraid;But give me thy hand, and see How the waves have made A cradle for thee.Night is come, dear, and we shall rest; So turn from the angry skies, And close thine eyes,
