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Upon time’s surging, billowy sea
A ship now slowly disappears,
With freight no human eye can see,
But weighing just one hundred years.

Their sighs, their tears, their weary moans,
Their joy and pleasure, pomp and pride,
Their angry and their gentle tones,
Beneath its waves forever hide.

Yes, sunk within oblivion’s waves,
They’ll partly live in memory;
To youth, who will their secrets crave,
Mostly exist in history.

Ah, what a truth steps in this strain—
They are not lost within time’s sea;
Their words and actions live again,
And blight or light eternity!

A new ship comes within our view,
Laden with dreams both sad and blest;
To youth they’re tinged with roseate hue;
To weary ones bring longed-for rest.

And still the stream of life flows on,
Laughing beneath the century new.
God’s promise gilds the horizon;
Mercy shall reign; his word is true.