To the roar of the tempest he carelessly sings;
No fears to disturb, in his hammock he swings,
And visions of home hover nigh!
FIRST VOICE.
See the lover and friend, and the mother in tears!
Dread sea, thou hast ruin’d the promise of years,
And thy cruelty long they deplore.
SECOND VOICE.
Hark! the archangel’s trump shall one day thro’ the deep,
Wake to life and to light, the long lost ones that sleep,