FLOAT on-float on-my haunted bark,
Above the midnight tide;
Bear softly o'er the waters dark
The hopes that with thee glide.
Float on-float on-thy freight is flowers,
And every flower reveals
The dreaming of my lonely hours,
The hope my spirit feels.
Float on-float on-thy shining lamp,
The light of love, is there;
If lost beneath the waters damp,
That love must then despair.
Float on-beneath the moonlight float
The sacred billows o'er:
Ah, some kind spirit guards my boat,
For it has gained the shore.