THE LAST JOURNEY

One night when in a youthful dream,
I saw a moonlit sea,
And sailing o'er its dark expanse,
A ship of mystery.
The lonely traveler seemed to be
On some great mission bound,
As o'er the darkened waters
It sailed without a sound.
Long years have passed; old age has come:
The fire of life is low.
Again I think of that strange dream
Of youth so long ago.
And in the ship that swiftly sailed
That silent moonlit sea,
I seem to see a storm-tossed soul
Bound for eternity.
Now to my mind this sweet dream comes,
A peaceful memory,
For soon I'll be A YOUTH again,
With Immortality!