There is something divinely happy,
And something divinely fair,
At work in the world this morning,
Its spirit is everywhere.
I'm filled with a sense of youngness,
My limbs are alive and strong,
My heart with a throb of gladness
Re-echoes the Ocean's song.
The sun is a splendid halo,
That sets on the brow of earth,
The wind is the flute of silver
He tunes to his strains of mirth.
The waves are abrim with laughter,
The ship is a soul set free;
And out through this perfect weather
You'll presently come to me.