Toll, ancient bell,
Ring home my wayward heart;
Sing to my soul,
Lest from the truth I part.
Chime, ancient notes,
To strum my wand’ring strings;
Peal forth your hymn,
To give my spirit wings.
If I were a boat, and you the seas,
I’d hoist my sail and let the breeze
Bear me ever homeward bound,
Within your harbour, safe and sound;
And if a storm should cause dismay
With roaring gale and stinging spray,
You’d take the wheel, your waves escort
My shaking hull to safer port.
Midst unknown anchorage, should I
Dismiss my destiny, my why,
You’d paint my name upon my deck
In sea-foam green, lest I forget
That I am one with deeper swells,
With azure waves, and sea-carved shells,
With pirate kings, and mermaid songs;
For in your arms, my sail belongs.