This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1869 Excerpt: ... Yet, though lonesome aft dark it be, There are places where steadily Faith's fires burn for us, true hearts mourn for Dear arms yearn for ...Read MoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1869 Excerpt: ... Yet, though lonesome aft dark it be, There are places where steadily Faith's fires burn for us, true hearts mourn for Dear arms yearn for us, out at sea! Blinded and beaten by wind and foam, Hurled and tossed at the sea's command, Sweet the thought that, in some dear home, Steady and still on the solid land, Where our hopes and our memories be, Safely 1 arbored from storm and sea, Love takes heed for us, love's lips plead for Love's prayers speed for us, out at sea! Night and darkness, and storm and clouds, Creak of cordage and shudder of sails, Drifting drearily through the shrouds There is a murmur of mournful wails--Dirges sung for the lost at sea, Where the tempest is fierce and free; Father, hear to us, bend Thine ear to us, Be Thou near us, out at sea! THANKSGIVING-DA 1. 115 E are all here! Father, mother, sister, brother, All who hold each other dear, Each chair is filled; we 're all at home. To-day let no cold stranger come. It is not often thus around Our old familiar hearth we 're found. Bless, then, the meeting and the spot; For once be every care forgot: Let gentle Peace assert her power, And kind affection rule the hour: We're all--all here! We 're not all here! Some are away--the dead ones dear, Who thronged with us this ancient hearth, And gave the hour to guileless mirth. Fate, with a stern, relentless hand, Look'd in and thinn'd our little band. Some, like a night-flash, passed away, And some sank lingering day by day; The quiet grave-yard--some lie there, And cruel Ocean has his share: We 're not all here! 116 THANKSGIVING-DA Y. We are all here! Even they, the dead--though dead, so dear. Fond memory, to her duty true, Brings back their faded forms to view. How life-like, through the mist of years, Each well-remembered face appears! We see...Read Less
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