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| I THINK it is over, over, | |
| I think it is over at last: | |
| Voices of foemen and lover, | |
| The sweet and the bitter have passed: | |
| Life, like a tempest of ocean | 5 |
| Hath outblown its ultimate blast: | |
| There ’s but a faint sobbing seaward | |
| While the calm of the tide deepens leeward, | |
| And behold! like the welcoming quiver | |
| Of heart-pulses throbbed through the river, | 10 |
| Those lights in the harbor at last, | |
| The heavenly harbor at last! | |
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| I feel it is over! over! | |
| For the winds and the waters surcease; | |
| Ah, few were the days of the rover | 15 |
| That smiled in the beauty of peace, | |
| And distant and dim was the omen | |
| That hinted redress or release! | |
| From the ravage of life, and its riot, | |
| What marvel I yearn for the quiet | 20 |
| Which bides in the harbor at last,— | |
| For the lights, with their welcoming quiver | |
| That throbs through the sanctified river, | |
| Which girdle the harbor at last, | |
| This heavenly harbor at last? | 25 |
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| I know it is over, over, | |
| I know it is over at last! | |
| Down sail! the sheathed anchor uncover, | |
| For the stress of the voyage has passed: | |
| Life, like a tempest of ocean, | 30 |
| Hath outbreathed its ultimate blast: | |
| There ’s but a faint sobbing seaward, | |
| While the calm of the tide deepens leeward; | |
| And behold! like the welcoming quiver | |
| Of heart-pulses throbbed through the river, | 35 |
| Those lights in the harbor at last, | |
| The heavenly harbor at last! | |
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