In Harbor

I think it is over, over- I thínk It la over at last; Voicesof foeman and lover, Tnesweet and the bitter, hatve passed; Life, libe a tempest of ocpan, Hath outblowu lts ultímate blast. There's but a faint sobinas seaward, While the dltn of the üde deepens leeward, And beholrt! ike the welcaming quiver Of beart pulses tbroiiftd through the rlver Those lienta in tbe Harbor at last- The heavenly Harbor at laat! I feel it is over, over- The winds and ttie wati va surceas; How few were the days of the Kover That smiled in the boauty of peace! And di?tant and dim was tbe omen Toat hinted redress or release. From the ravage of lifo, and lts riot, What marvel I yoarn f or the quiet Which bides in tbis Harbor at last?- Kor the liRhte, with their welcoming; quiver, fhat tbrob tbrough ttis sanctified river Which girdlee the Harbnr at - The heavenly Harbor at last? I know it is over, over- 1 know it is over at last! Downsail; the sheathed anchor uncover; For the strees of the voyage has passod ; liike, like a tempest of ocean, Híth outblown its ul ti mato blast. There's but a faint sobbins: seaward While the calm of tbs tlde deepenB leeward, And böholdl Ukethe welooming quiver Of heart pulses throbbed ttirough the river, Those llghts in the Harbor at last- The havenly Harbor m last!