Gray distance hid each shining sail By ruthless breezes borne from me; And lessening, fading, faint and pale, My ships went forth to sea. Where misty breakers rose and fell I stood and cowered hopelessly; For every wave had tales to tell Of wrecks far out at sea. To-day a song is on my lips; Earth seems a paradise to me; For God is good, and lo! my ships Are coming home from sea.
