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Pilot, how far from home?— Not far, not far to-night, A flight of spray, a sea-bird's flight, A flight of tossing foam, And then the lights of home!— And, yet again, how far? And seems the way so brief? Those lights beyond the roaring reef Were lights of moon and star, Far, far, none knows how far! Pilot, how far from home?— The great stars pass away Before Him as a flight of spray, Moons as a flight of foam! I see the lights of home. |