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.
