Very Far Away

One touch thcre is of magie white, Surpaisiiig soutlieni niouii taiu's show, That t far sails the; dyljag ligbt Lenda, whtre the dai-k ships orfwa-d go (Jpou the golden lilghway brorffl That lciu! Up to isics of God. One touch of lïiïlit more magie yet, O" ra rei' suow 'iieáth inoou or star, Wliere, vvlth hergracefttl sails all set, Borne happy . ,-:iar, As f au LMic-hanted sleep ötcers o'i.-r the treinulous silvcred deep. O sliip! O sail ! far must ye be Ere ileams like that opoíl ye liglit. O'er golden Bpaces of tlw FiMin mysiciii's oi' tlie lucent uight, Such toucb come 3 uover lo the boat Whcrum across tlie wnves wc float. O gleams more magtc and divine, Lifo's wliitcst sail v.e still refuse, And flylug ou before OS sliiuc Upon Bonn . ye ehoose, - By iii.üiit or :'.y, across the spray, That sail is very far away.