  A PRETTY port I sailed from, So long, so long ago, As day down golden stairway Climbed to the world below. Ho, mariner! come tell me, Come tell me of a truth Know you a track will lead me back Unto the shores of youth? A pretty port I sailed from, So long, so long ago, The blue sky stretching over, Blessed all the world below. I laughed good-bye so lightly, Nor recked I then, forsooth, That leagues of years and mist of tears Would hide the shores of youth. Yet ever follows after, A breath of fragrance rare From hearts of flowers that blossom But in its tender air. And ever hear I, sweet and clear, The music of its birds— The whistling flight of wings at night— The songs too sweet for words. And ever see its beauty, The smiling of its shore, And ever wait, and ever long To anchor there once more. Ho mariner! Ho mariner! Come tell me of a truth Know you a track will lead me back Unto the shores of youth? A pretty port I sailed from, So long, so long ago, As day, down golden stairway, Passed to the world below. Sail on! Sail on! till light is done, Ho mariner, so wise! ’Tis far behind—so far behind— This port I sailed from, lies. Sail on! Sail on! you tell me, And in the twilight’s glow I’ll reach the port I sailed from, So long, so long ago. If this be so, then we may know That all who lose will find Each ship will come to love and home, And all it left behind. Youth’s golden shore lies on before, So gaily sail we on, For the port we reach at even Is the port we leave at dawn. The harbor bar shines golden, O sweetness of the truth, We’ll cross it o’er, and come once more Unto the shores of youth. |
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