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God, thank God—the beacon light Is breaking beautiful through night; Urge the boat through the surge, once more We are beside our English shore.

Oh! weary nights and days to me Have set and risen upon the sea; I never wish to sail again O'er the interminable main.

‘Tis wonderful to see the sky Hang out her guiding stars on high, And mirror'd in the ocean fair, As if another heaven were there.

And glorious is it thus to go, The white foam dashing from the prow, As our ship through the waves hath gone, Mistress of all she looked upon.

But weary is it for the eye To only meet the sea and sky; And weary is it for the ear But only winds and waves to hear.

I pined for leaves, I pined for flowers, For meadows green, with driving showers; For all the sights and sounds of life, Wherewith the air of earth is rife.

Farewell, wild waves, again I come To England and my English home; Thank God, thank God, the beacon light Is breaking beautiful through night.