Thou comest, much wept for: such a breeze
⁠Compell'd thy canvas, and my prayer
⁠Was as the whisper of an air
To breathe thee over lonely seas.

For I in spirit saw thee move
⁠Thro' circles of the bounding sky;
⁠Week after week; the days go by:
Come quick, thou bringest all I love.

Henceforth, wherever thou may'st roam,
⁠My blessing, like a line of light,
⁠Is on the waters day and night,
And like a beacon guards thee home.

So may whatever tempest mars
⁠Mid-ocean, spare thee, sacred bark;
⁠And balmy drops in summer dark
Slide from the bosom of the stars.