The harbor of dreams

Only a whispering gale

Flutters the wings of the boat;

Only a bird in the vale

Lends to the silence a note

Mellow, subdued, and remote:

This is the twilight of peace,

This is the hour of release,

Free of all worry and fret,

Clean of all care and regret,

When like a bird in its nest

Fancy lies folded to rest.

This is the margin of sleep;

Here let the anchor be cast;

Here in forgetfulness deep,

Now that the journey is past,

Lower the sails from the mast.

Here is the bay of content,

Heaven and earth interblent;

Here is the haven that lies

Close to the gates of surprise;

Here all like Paradise seems --

Here is the harbor of dreams.