As I stand by the cross on the lone mountains crest,
Looking over the ultimate sea,
In the gloom of the mountain a ship lies at rest,
And one sails away from the lea:
One spreads its white wings on a far-reaching track,
With pennant and sheet flowing free;
One hides in the shadow with sails laid aback,
The ship that is waiting for me!
But lo! in the distance the clouds break away,
The Gates glowing portals I see;
And I hear from the outgoing ship in the bay
The song of the sailors in glee.
So I think of the luminous footprints that bore
The comfort oer dark Galilee,
And wait for the signal to go to the shore,
To the ship that is waiting for me.
The Two Ships
Bret Harte
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