Boat Song

O'er th' unsteady wavelets I my boat sped, Heard the crane's wing fluttering Over my head; Thou, heaven's pilgrim, flying O'er land and sea, Would it were my privilege To fly with thee.

Wisely art thou seeking Some fairer clime, Springtide's vernal beauties, Summer's bright time; Thy blest track I follow, With thee I roam, Seek a better country And a sweet home.

Seek a home of sweetness 'Neath heaven's blue, Where no winter darkens, No noisome dew: Where are lovely rainbow's Made by hope bright, Morning waking morning, Glorious in light.

Thro' the verdant branches, Soft west-winds sigh; Near my hut a streamlet Glides gently by. Boat! may God be with thee– Thou stormy strand! See my sweet one calls me, Waving her hand.

O'er th' unsteady wavelets, I my boat sped, Heard the crane's wing fluttering Over my head; Fly, thou heavenly pilgrim, O'er earth and sea, But my fate forbids me To fly with thee.