The oily waters swell and murmur low
In the grey ghostly pallor of the mist
Which in the early morn is sifting slow
And clings like tendrils that the walls resist;
The dull grey sky is merged with the sea,
A deathly clammy void is stretched before –
But wait! – the signal given, suddenly
A golden fluid quickly seems to pour
Into the shrouded sea, and morning light
In gleaming arrows quick dispels the mist;
The sun’s bright heralds chase away the night
With armies crimson, gold, and amethyst;
And in a rich profusion ray on ray
Falls on the sea from o’er the burning brim
Of the horizon. On the earth is day!
Another day, and all thanks be to Him!