THE RED SUN SINKS TO REST, ON THE OCEAN’S HEAVING BREAST. MAY IT RISE UPON A CALM, AND CLOUDLESS YEAR __ MAY SOME SHIP COME SAILING HOME, O’ER THE FLASHING FAIRY FOAM, WHICH TREASURE-TROVE OF GOLDEN GRAIN SHALL BEAR. MAY IT BRING YOU HOPE TO CHEER, EVERY HOUR OF DOUBT AND FEAR. AND LOVING HANDS TO STREW YOUR PATH WITH FLOWERS. MAY IT BRING YOU PEACE TO BLESS, WITH A DEEPER HAPPINESS, EVERY GIFT THAT LOVE’S FREE HAND UPON YOU SHOWERS.
