Lucy Larcom

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O God, from Thee we would not stray:
Reveal to us Thyself, the Way!
Recall us, claim us when we roam!
Thou art our country and our home.

With Thee, in Thee, alone is rest;
Thou art our East, and Thou our West.
Our little lives of thine are part;
No boundaries bar us from thy heart.

Through starless night, through mist and gale,
Thou art the shore toward which we sail;
We bid farewell to friends most kind,
But never leave thy love behind.

And none are alien, none are strange,
Met in the Love that cannot change
We all are brethren in thy Son,
The Father are the children one.