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Which calls
the sons of Time.
Thy voice upon
the deep
The home-bound sea-boy hails,
It charms his cares to sleep,
It cheers him as he sails.
To house of
God and heavenly joys
Thy summons called our sires,
And good men thought thy sacred voice
Disarmed the thunder's fires.
And soon thy
music, sad death-bell,
Shall lift its notes once more,
And mix my requiem with the wind
That sweeps my native shore.
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