13 April 2026
(28 November 2014) Last time, the dead sailors fixed their stony eyes on the Mariner, causing him to feel the awful nature of his deed. This time, the Mariner finally arrives at his home port, which causes him to rejoice:
Oh! dream of joy! is this indeed
The lighthouse top I see?
Is this the hill? is this the kirk [church]?
Is this mine own countree?
We drifted o’er the harbor bar,
And I with sobs did pray–
O let me be awake, my God
Or let me sleep alway.
The Mariner cannot believe his eyes–no surprise, considering all that his eyes have seen! Is he really home? he asks, and when his vision continues to show him his home, he cries a prayer, one that many who have lived away from their homes for any length of time have prayed: I hope this is no dream, and if it is a dream, I have no desire to wake from it! This sentiment is true for us all, and we need only recall a time when we have returned home after an absence, looking on it with new eyes. Come back next week for another installment of the Poet’s Corner! Good reading.
Clyde B. Northrup 
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