Wafted o'er a treacherous. sea, Far from home, and far from thee, Between the heaven and ocean tossed, "If I lose thee, I am lost."
When the polar star is beaming, O'er the dark-browed billows gleaming, I think of thee and dangers crossed, For "If I lose thee, I am lost."
When the light-house fire is blazing, High towards heaven its red crust raising, I think of thee, while onward tossed, For "If I lose thee, I am lost."