  W ildly the wind doth rage, Loudly the waters roar, And anxious are the hearts of those That wait upon the shore, Till through the darkness of the night The lighthouse sends its friendly light. Warning and guiding light, It shines across the bay. And helps the sailor steer his course Till safely on the way: The harbour gained, and home once more, He greets his loved ones on the shore. C. D. B. |
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