The Hindoo Girl’s Song

AT on—float on—my haunted bark,

Above the midnight tide;

Bear softly o'er the waters

The hopes that with thee glide.

Float on—float on—thy freight is flowers,

And every flower

The dreaming of my lonely hours,

The hope my spirit feels.

Float on—float on—thy shining lamp,

The light of love, is there;

If lost beneath the waters damp,

That love must then despair.

Float on—beneath the moonlight

The sacred billows o'er:

Ah, some kind spirit guards my boat,

For it has gained the shore.