Disown all fears, my frightened one,
For journey’s end is near;
Away the river-course will flow –
Your rest is final here.

The skillful helm has made its mark
The waters bend below;
One final word, a passing glance
At dawn skies set aglow.

Let go the doubt that clouds your eyes –
The troubled mask set free;
Let calmness guide your wayward steps
Far out beyond the sea.

For woeful years have left us now –
Think not of laments past;
The earthly breeze will soon depart,
Old darkness withers fast.

The night breathes not upon these shores
Fair sunrise greets the sand;
Our careful boat will carry you
Toward that distant land.