Old friends and old times . te are you, indeed. And happy should be in your blessing, For the kindliest boon of this life Is the spirit of peace and contentment. 94 I NEARING PORT Nearing port—the setting sunLingers oer the darkning sea And I hear the signal gunFaintly calling me. Many days the trip has led Oer an unknown, trackless way, Many hours of fear and dreadLie behind today. Looking from this vantage back,All has faded from the sight; Viewless lies the uncertain trackIn oblivions night. All to me was insecure, All to me was dark and dim But the Pilots way was sureAnd I trusted him. Nea
Old friends and old times . te are you, indeed. And happy should be in your blessing, For the kindliest boon of this life Is the spirit of peace and contentment. 94 I NEARING PORT Nearing port—the setting sunLingers oer the darkning sea And I hear the signal gunFaintly calling me. Many days the trip has led Oer an unknown, trackless way, Many hours of fear and dreadLie behind today. Looking from this vantage back,All has faded from the sight; Viewless lies the uncertain trackIn oblivions night. All to me was insecure, All to me was dark and dim But the Pilots way was sureAnd I trusted him. Nearing port—the setting sunHeralds to the sea the night, But a brighter way leads onToward a beacon light. And the sky, grown clear before,Beckons from the darkening sea While the signal from the shoreFaintlv reaches me. 95 LIBRARY OF CONGRESS IllllilM^ 0 018 391 337 2 ^oldfriendsoldtim00raze. 9
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