The hours of guilt begin.

To all, alert and faithful in the night,

May there be Light!

Now storms the pulsing hull adown the sea:

Gaze onward, anxious eyes, to mist or star!

Where foams the heaving highway blank and free?

Where wait the reef, the berg, the cape, the bar?

Whatever menace be,

To all, alert and faithful in the night,

May there be Light!