His heart was on the shore,
Where holy brethren meet at last,
And storms are heard no more.
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His heart was on the shore,
Where holy brethren meet at last,


And storms are heard no more. nUa
gently pressed his feeble hand, r


So soon to turn to clay; a"
And Wonder'd if his heart was mann'd


To meet that dreadful day,


When, as if in my looks he read
The thought-he cried out "LAND AHEAD"
D, he could see beyond the SKIES


Beyond the grave could see 4.
Where mansions of salvation rise,


For such poor worms as he;


And calmly trod the path that led
Up straightWay to that " Land ahead"
Farewell to thee, mariner. Thy last voyage
is ended. Thou hast reached the haven of
eternal rest-the port of endless peace. The
SAILOR IS HOME AT LAST. ..