God be with thee, gladsome Ocean!
       &nbspHow gladly greet I thee once more!
Ships and waves, and ceaseless motion,
       &nbspAnd men rejoicing on thy shore.

Dissuading spake the mild Physician,
       &nbsp'Those briny waves for thee are Death!'
But my soul fulfilled her mission,
       &nbspAnd lo! I breathe untroubled breath!

Fashion's pining sons and daughters,
       &nbspThat seek the crowd they seem to fly,
Trembling they approach thy waters;
       &nbspAnd what cares Nature, if they die?

Me a thousand hopes and pleasures
       &nbspA thousand recollections bland,
Thoughts sublime, and stately measures,
       &nbspRevisit on thy echoing strand:

Dreams (the Soul herself forsaking),
       &nbspTearful raptures, boyish mirth;
Silent adorations, making
       &nbspA blessed shadow of this Earth!

O ye hopes, that stir within me,
       &nbspHealth comes with you from above!
God is with me, God is in me!
       &nbspI cannot die, if Life be Love.