“By the bright waters now thy lot is cast—
Joy for thee, happy friend! thy bark hath past
The rough sea’s foam!
Now the long yearnings of thy soul are still’d,
Home! home!—thy peace is won, thy heart is fill’d:
Thou art gone home!”
THE PARTING SHIP.
“A glittering ship, that hath the plain
Of ocean for her own domain.” Wordsworth.
Go, in thy glory, o’er the ancient sea,