A Voice From the Waves

Richard Ryan, 1876?

A voice from the waves in the dead of night, Sung melodious o'er my pillow, As I lay on my couch in slumber light, Lull'd to rest by the heaving billow! It spoke not of hyman hopes and fears, That o'ercloud time's hours flying, But it told of the dead of former years That in ocean's bed were lying! A voice from the waves in the dead of night Sung melodious o'er my pillow, As I lay on my couch in slumber light, Lull'd to rest by the heaving billow! Lull'd to rest, Lull'd to rest by the heaving, the heaving billow! |: And thus it sung :| The voice the voice from the waves. |: And thus it sung, :| And thus, thus it sung |: I come from the deep, :| Where the seaflower gently uncloses, Where fiery youth hath a dreamless sleep, And the warrior in calmness reposes Where the parent and child lie side by side, Doom'd by destiny ne'er to sever; Where the husband fond, and his new made bride, In death's embrace are clasp'd forever! Each wave rolls over the burial place Of earth's children in countless number's, |: Of ev'ry hue, and clime, and race Where no tempest can break their slumbers. :| The voice was hush'd, the vision fled, But my heart felt a pang of sorrow, |: 'Till the daystar o'er me, her bright beams shed, Commencing a glorious morrow! :| 'Till the daystar o'er me, her bright beams shed, Commencing a glorious morrow, Commencing, commencing a glorious, a glorious morrow. |: The voice was hush'd, the vision fled. :|