A message is borne on the boisterous sea,
And told by the silent stars,
Tis sung in a thousand echoing notes
That break on the harbor-bars.
It glistens in myriad drops of dew,
'Tis seen in the violet's eye,
And quaffed by a thousand waiting hearts
When the scented breeze sweeps by.
'Tis felt in the clasp of a friendly hand,
Guessed in a tender smile,
Hidden in humble words and deeds
And lips that know no guile.
It floats from the Father-Mother heart,
White-winged, serene, and pure;
And tenderly lights on hearts that break,
Or the pain and cross endure.
It comes like the dawn, of rose and gray,
It grows into noonday bright;
Hind'ring the close of the twilight call,
It waits on the long dark night.
It never falters; it never sleep's;
Never a farewell sings;
But over a world of hopes and fears
A wide effulgence flings.
