From his lighthouse evermore,
But to us he gives the keeping
Of the lights along the shore.
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Let the lower lights be burning;
Send a gleam across the wave.
Some poor fainting, struggling seaman
You may rescue, you may save.
Loud the angry billows roar.
Eager eyes are watching, longing,
For the lights along the shore.
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Let the lower lights be burning;
Send a gleam across the wave.
Some poor fainting, struggling seaman
You may rescue, you may save.
Some poor sailor, tempest-tossed,
Trying now to make the harbor,
In the darkness may be lost.
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Let the lower lights be burning;
Send a gleam across the wave.
Some poor fainting, struggling seaman
You may rescue, you may save.
