The golden sea its mirror spread Beneath the golden skies,And but a narrow strip between Of land and shadow lies. The cloud-like, the rock-like clouds Dissolved in glory float,And midway of the radiant flood, Hangs silently the boat. The sea is but another sky, The sky a sea as well,And which is earth and which is heaven, The eye can scarcely tell. So when for us life's evening hour, Soft fading shall descend,May glory, born of earth and heaven,