XII

Over the silent waters Flashes the beacon light, Sharp as a strong, white dagger Cleaving the breast of Night.

Beacon of hope and safety! See, we are near the land, Come and stand close beside me, Give me your dear, white hand.

Here in the wind and darkness, Under the sighing mast, Let us forget the future Let us condone the past.

God in His high, blue Heaven, Counting the falling tears, Grants us this fleeting present, Out of the endless years.