Row till the land dip 'neath br The sea from view. br Row till a land peep up, br A home for you. br br Row till the mast sing songs br Welcome and sweet. br Row till the waves, out-stripped, br Give up dead beat. br br Row till the sea-nymphs rise br To ask you why br Rowing you tarry not br To hear them sigh. br br Row till the stars grow bright br Like certain eyes. br Row till the noon be high br As hopes you prize. br br Row till you harbour in br All longing's port. br Row till you find all things br For which you sought.