Wafted o'er a treacherous sea Far from home, and far from thee; Between the Heaven and ocean tossed, "If I lose thee, I am lost." When the polar star is beaming O'er the dark-browed billows gleaming, I think of thee and dangers crossed, For, "If I lose thee, I am lost." When the lighthouse fire is blazing, High towards Heaven its red crest raising, I think of thee, while onward tossed, For, "If I lose thee, I am lost." |