Sail on, sail on, thou fearless park,
Wherever blows the welcome wind,
It cannot
lead to scenes more dark,
Sad than those we leave behind.
Each smiling billow seems to say,
Though death beneath our surface be,
Less cold we are,
less
false than they,
Whose smiling wreck'd thy hopes and thee.
Sail on,
sail on, through endless space,
Through calm,
through tempest, stop no more,
The stormiest seas a
resting place To him who leaves such hearts on shore.
Some
desert land we meet, Where never yet false
-hearted men
Profan'd a world that else were sweet,
Then
rest thee, bark, but not till then.