The Harbor Lights Of Home

I set iny shallop on youth's sbining sea Thnt atuiled up at the BUn. "Hurrah!" I crled. ''Krom home a rover free, I'll brfasl i i " s v,-;iv 'R alone.' And stormencrnight si emed fnint undfuraway An.l Id wivea' hintti of wreck, Liko fuiry talca, the wbile the suunhine lay Liko gol4 upon th dock. But vrhcn opon tho carvas of the cloud, ■ luk blaok in otiward rush And honrsüly niouthinp of tho thnnder loud, Tho jaegod lightniug'a brush Limned me noy folly with each vivid stroke, Tliim, in tlie drivíog foara And atingiügspindrift as the tempest broke, "BozuüI Home!" I cried. "My honie!" And thronph tbe inky curtain of the gale Thero come a tbreadof light. And d'er tho slitting of tho usélesa sail Hom voloes oheer the nigbt. For, aeel Across the outer bar tbat lies Smothered in croamy foam There sliincs the wolcome of a woman's eyes, The barhor Ushta of home I