A snowy vessel, with gleaming sails,
I choose from the harbor there;
Not a thought give I to wintry gales,
Nor weary waves of care.
I only dream of skies of blue,
And a shimmering, summer sea;
I only think of a friendship true,
And a loved one waiting for me.

The years, the years, may intervene,
But my light-winged barque and I
Care not for the time that lies between,
Nor the slow hours creeping by.
I only see the white peace shore
That my feet shall surely press;
I only dream of the voyage o’er,
And the love that my heart will bless.