Far over cliff and surge
Swept the deep sound,
Making each wild wind’s dirge
Still more profound.
Yet that funereal tone
The sailor bless’d,
Steering through darkness on
With fearless breast.
E’en so may we, that float
On life’s wide sea,
Far over cliff and surge
Swept the deep sound,
Making each wild wind’s dirge
Still more profound.
Yet that funereal tone
The sailor bless’d,
Steering through darkness on
With fearless breast.
E’en so may we, that float
On life’s wide sea,