FLOAT onfloat onmy haunted bark,
Above the midnight tide;
Bear softly o'er the waters dark
The hopes that with thee glide.
Float onfloat onthy freight is flowers,
And every flower reveals
The dreaming of my lonely hours,
The hope my spirit feels.
Float onfloat onthy shining lamp,
The light of love, is there;
If lost beneath the waters damp,
That love must then despair.
Float onbeneath the moonlight float
The sacred billows o'er:
Ah, some kind spirit guards my boat,
For it has gained the shore.
