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GOD'S MARINER; FOR THE NEW ENGLAND CONVALESCENT REST HOME by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR

First Line: LEAGUES FROM THE LIGHT BY THE HARBOR SIDE
Last Line: WHO HELPS THE STORM-TOSSED BRAVE THE SEA!
Subject(s): GOD; SAILING & SAILORS;

LEAGUES from the light by the harbor side
Is the good ship, fast on a sandy shoal,
Waiting the wind and the morning tide
To spurn the bar for her distant goal;
Ah! when the strong waves left her keel,
The sails will be wings, the timbers steel.

So voyagers over life's rough sea,
In darkness cast on shoal or shore,
Wait for some tide of sympathy
To bear them out to the deep once more —
Some blessed wind of cheer to blow;
Some guiding light of love to glow.

Let us be light and wind and tide
For those awreck on its chartless main! —
Giving anew the hope that died;
Speeding them still their port to gain;
For oh! God's mariner is he
Who helps the storm-tossed brave the sea!



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