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THE ISLANDER'S GUIDING STAR. 241
Her rowers' strength was well nigh spent,
Nor yet their port they knew ;
For not a star its lustre lent
Unto the toiling crew.
And not a headland they descried,
Nor rock, nor guiding light ;
While round thern sank the darkness wide
Of black and rayless night.
Out then, and spake a mariner —
A hardy man was he,
Who 'd faced, full many a wintry year,
The storms upon the sea : —
"My trust is yet in Him who sent
About my mates and me,
This strong and fearful element —
This gloom in which we be.
"My trust is yet in Him," he said,
"Who knows to guide our way;
We have not from his mercy strayed,
Though on these waters grey."
Just then from out the darkness broke
A fair and starlike gleam ;
The word of hope was scarcely spoke
Ere rose its brightening beam.
And straight the rowers' strength returned —
The rowers' hearts were cheered ;
Strong with hope's flame again they burned,
Whene'er yon star appeared.
For well their pilot knew who raised
Its far-flung beacon light ;
2 H

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