Sing, O earth, with new joy
At this victory won!
For the faith that endured
Till the setting of sun!
For the hope that shone clear
Through the mighty work done!
For the love that sought God
To guide love here begun!
Sing, O earth, with new joy
For such victory won!
[TO NEPTUNE, IN BEHALF OF S. C. G.]
O Neptune, in thy vast survey
Of all the ships that sail,
Watch lovingly the well-known way
Of one we wait to hail.
The Cephalonia is her name—
But why need I tell more?
Thou knowest indeed the well earned fame
She bears from shore to shore.
But since among her company's band
Is one who's life to me,
O Neptune, bear her in thy hand
E'en yet more tenderly,
O'er gentle waves, 'neath fair blue sky,
'Midst winds that only blow
To make the time more swiftly fly
For hearts that hunger so.
Boston, September 4, 1886.