When the stars are brightly beaming
And the sighing winds are still
When twilight shadows hover over the lea
There’s a tiny candle gleaming
From the cottage ‘neath the hill
And I know that little beacon shines for me.
I can see its cheerful glimmer
From my boat down in the bay
When all around the waves are white with foam
As brightly over the waters
Comes its sunny little ray
A token and a message sweet from home
Dearer far than gold or glory
Is that cottage thatched and old
Where roses bud and blossom round the door
For a woman dwells within it
With a heart as pure as gold
And her love is all my own forever more
When the weary day is over
And the world has fone to rest
When my little bark is dancing over the foam
Like a dove at night returning
To the shelter of her next
Seeks my heart again the beacon light of home.
From By the Shores of Silver Lake
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