The solemn sound of ocean’s roar
Along the red Seaconnet shore
Taught grandeur to the musing Bay;
The dance of ripples on the deep
By summer breezes rocked to sleep
Fulfilled his heart with quiet joy.
Now far up Life’s sublimer height –
Shall not his pensive soul delight
In glimpses of that vaster sea –
And hear with blissful awe the sound
Of its majestic waves that bound
The green hills of Eternity?
Who walks with God doth rise and climb
To heights of Being more sublime
Where ever-broadening vistas ope
The joy and wonder of the Child
Go with his spirit undefiled
Whose Heaven in Life, and not a hope!
