All's Well

New Orleans Times-Democrat

As the ship speeds beneath the silent sky,O'er the vast spaces of the moonlit sea,And one lies quiet, listening dreamily,How sweet it is to hear watchman's cry:"All's well—the lights are burning bright!"And then to sleep in safety thro' the night.

When the ship fights her gallant, steadfast way,Amid the sounds of tempest and of rain,'Tis sweet to hear the watchman's voice again,As one lies sleepless, longing for the day:"All's well—the lights are burning bright!"Ah, what a comfort in the stormy night!

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