THE DEAR, DEAR FRIENDS AT HOME.

Written and Composed by Professor W. Wilson, expressly for Miss Millie Christine.

What cheers us when we are far away

From home and all we love;

When storm and danger hedge us round,

And all is dark above?

When lightnings flash and thunders roar

O’er ocean’s seething foam?

It is the thought that heaven hears

The prayers of friends at home.

Chorus.

The dear, dear friends at home,

Kind heaven will surely hear the prayers

Of our dear friends at home.

Our father, with his silvery hair,

Our mother, kind and fond,

Our sisters, and our brothers dear,

The same kind thoughts respond.

The wind blows fair, our vessel sails

Right gaily o’er the foam,

And soon again we hope to greet,

The dear old friends at home.

Chorus. —The dear, dear, &c.