[Written for the Sentinel]

Homeward Bound

I have taken in the anchor,
I have made the cable free:
I feel the old ship tremble,
And I'm putting out to sea.

No more the earth mists blind me,
For now the truth I've found.
A heavenward breeze is blowing,—
At last I'm homeward bound.

Too long I've lain at anchor,
Too long I've drifted round;
God keep the old ship sailing straight!—
At last I'm homeward bound.

And I shall reach that homeland,
That state where heaven is found;
For Love is Captain of the ship,—
At last I'm homeward bound.

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Signs of the Times
January 3, 1920

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