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Safe Home in Port.

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Tr. by J. M. Neale.
A. S. Sullivan

1. Safe home, safe home in port!
Rent cordage, shattered deck,
Torn sails, provisions short,
And only not a wreck,
But, oh! the joy upon the shore,
To tell our voyage perils o'er.

2. The prize, the prize secure!
The wrestler nearly fell;
Bare all he could endure,
And bare not always well:
But he may smile at troubles gone
Who sets the victor garland on!

3. No more the foe can harm!
No more of leaguered camp,
And dry of night alarm,
And need to ready lamp: —
And yet how nearly had he failed —
How nearly had that foe prevailed!

4. The exile is at home!
Oh, nights and days of tears!
Oh, longings not to roam!
Oh, sins and doubts and fears!
What matters now grief's darkest day,
When God has wiped all tears away!