It beams with beauty so divine,
The wand'rer smiles to see it shine.
Hail, one bright star on all life's main;
Though surf roll high, and cordage strain;
And cowards, ship! may quake for thee;
Thou walk'st victorious o'er the sea.
Oh! proudly, as an ocean-queen,
Thy frame, majestic still is seen—
Until thou rest in heaven at last,
Thy sailing done, thy anchor cast.