Boat song

Boat, little boat,

A breeze on thy white sails shall soon light,

Float, lightly float,

Far away into the moonlight:

Winging thy flight,

From the noise and the jar of the world.

In a dream of delight

Shall thy glistening sails be unfurled:

Float far away,

From the glare of the sun's blinding light,

From the heat of the day,

To the cool of the slumbering night:

Float through the bay,

Though the soft ripples' infinite motion;

Bear me away,

To the tireless waves of the ocean:

Float to the deep,

To the ocean-bird's long-rolling pillows,

Ah! Let me sleep

On a soft-tossing cradle of billows.