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Art Thou a God at home, Where the bright fireside smiles, And not abroad, upon the deep, Mid danger's deadliest wiles?

What though the eyes so dear To distant regions turn, Their tender language in our hearts Like cherished flame shall burn.

What though the voice beloved Reply not to our pain, We'll keep its music in our souls, Until we meet again.

Farewell!—May angel-guards Protect thy wave-rocked sleep, Nor shall our nightly prayers forget The loved one on the deep.