When the world whelms its waves upon the storm, While cares and worries cast their sea-fog over life, Without a refuge from the frets and storms My ship’s hatches I have tightly closed, And past many a light I’ve sailed, forlorn, My mind below the empty deep enclosed. But on the rocks there shines her brighter light. Her purpose is to welcome, not to warn, And she balms my sore, sea-salted sight. Her light, it parts the waters, stills the waves, And as I climb towards her guiding rays, I know That from myself, it is love that saves.