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Rh Haply, when from those eyes
 * Far, far away I roam,

Should calmer thoughts arise
 * Tow'rds you and home;

Fancy may trace some line,
 * Worthy those eyes to meet;

Thoughts that not burn, but shine
 * Pure, calm and sweet!

And, as the records are,
 * Which wandering seamen keep,

Led by their hidden star
 * Through the cold deep;

So may the words I write
 * Tell thro' what storms I stray,

You still the unseen light,
 * Guiding my way!