The mariner

Through the seas in fury raging,

'Neath the skies bow'd down and dark,

Battle with the waves lone waging,

Struggles hopeless now my bark.

But, oh joy! the clouds dividing,

Let my star gleam forth to view;

And in its mild beam confiding,

Gay I sing with courage new.

Herold bright of day before me,

Golden youth-restoring star,

Evil chance aye hangeth o'er me,

When thou beamest low and far.

Yet, when thro' the clouds no beaming

Of thy light comes down to me,

I am lost beyond redeeming,

Without guide on shoreless sea.