“Its spire shall be the last to meet
The parting seaman’s lingering eye,
The first his homeward step to greet,
And point him to a home on high.
“Here shall the force of sacred truth
Defeat the Tempter’s wildest rage,
Subdue the fiery heart of youth
And cheer the drooping strength of age.
“And when the watch of life is o’er
May we, where runs no stubborn tide,