Treasures Of The Deep

A S the waves come beating along the shore with a crest
      as white as snow,
We little think what their great book holds, of joy and
     likewise woe;
The sun that gladdens and warms the heart finds clouds that
     float between,
Quite as life, with hope, in its morning fair, is marred by a
     fitful dream.

The great old ships that sail the deep, as led by a Master Hand
With their human cargo, smoothly glide, to remote and
     distant land;
Pass many a score of hanging walls, as it were, that may
     break away
And send the ship, like an avalanche, to the depth that
     knows no day.

But you ask of the treasures the great old sea, has hidden
     away secure
Where none on the shifting sands may come while the years
     of time endure,
And the gems and gold which happy hearts sought out to
     a strange degree--
All hidden, as treasures of the deep; their house is the sun-
     kissed sea.

Our floating palace, our ship of life, is coursed for a distant
     shore,
But schedule time we may not make; at longest it soon is o'er,
And the earthly treasures we single out, except in the ship of
     Truth,
Will miss the Haven we picture fair, on our Lifeboat Book
     of Youth.