From the top of the hill
glancing into the bright
spring sunshine
I espied

From the fair shore
with the waves lapping
and the birds calling
I espied

From my boat
with the waves heaving
under the keel
I espied

Reaching the port
the harbour of safety
Offering shelter
from the raging storm

For you
until the clouds
roll away
and the sun reappears

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