And waves run high, and harsh the thunder's threats
Assail the ear, the seaman ne'er forgets
The promise moonlight brings:
Amid the lashing foam,
When its soft smile anoints the boiling wave;
It tracks his pathway, prompts his soul to brave
Whatever perils come.
Homeward his vessel drifts,
With beauty fair behind it and before;
Hope leads it onward to the wished-for shore,