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S I stand by the cross on the lone mountain's crest,

Looking over the ultimate sea,

In the gloom of the mountain a ship lies at rest,

And one sails away from the lea;

One spreads its white wings on a far-reaching track,

With pennant and sheet flowing free;

One hides in the shadow with sails laid aback—

The ship that is waiting for me!

But lo, in the distance the clouds break away,

The Gate's glowing portals I see,

And I hear from the outgoing ship in the bay

The song of the sailors in glee;