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He cheats not any soul. He gave
Each being unity like His;
Love, that links beings, He must save;
            Of Him it is.

Dear friend, we will not drift too far
Mid billows, fogs, and blinding foam,
To see Christ's beacon-light,—the star
            That guides us home.

Moving toward heaven, we 'll meet half-way
Some pilot from that unseen strand;
Then, anchoring safe in perfect day,
            Tread the firm land.

Then onward and forever on
Toward summits piled on summits bright.
The lost are found, and we have won
            The Land of Light!

God is that country's glory: He
Alike the confidence is found
Of those who try the uncertain sea
            Or solid ground.