378. C. M. Sidney. Hope. 1 Borne o'er the ocean's stormy wave, The beacon's light appears, When yawns the seaman's watery grave, And his lone bosom cheers. 2 Then, should the raging ocean foam, His heart shall dauntless prove, To reach, secure, his cherished home, The haven of his love. 3 So, when the soul is wrapt in gloom, To worldly grief a prey, Thy beams, blest Hope, beyond the tomb, Illume the pilgrim's way. 4 They point to that serene abode Where holy faith shall rest, Protected by the sufferer's God, And be forever blest.
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