Full Lyrics
Swiftly the great ship glides,
Her storms forgot, her weary watches past;
Northward she glides and thro' th' enchanted haze
Faint on the verge her far hope dawns at last.
Thro' sunny mist aglow,
Like noonday ghosts of summer moonshine gleam
Soft as old sorrow, bright as old renown,
There lies the home of all our mortal dream.
