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Which calls
the sons of Time.
Thy voice upon the deep
The
home-bound sea-boy hails,
It charms his cares to
sleep,
It cheers him as he sails.
To house of
God and heavenly joys
Thy summons called our sires,
And good men thought thy sacred voice
Disarmed the
thunder's fires.
And soon thy music, sad
death-bell,
Shall lift its notes once more,
And
mix my requiem with the wind
That sweeps my native
shore.
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