Show i The Two Ships 1 By Bret Harte C I L. t T As I stand by by- bythe the cross on the thc lone mountains mountain's crest Looking over the We ultimate sea In gloom of the thc mountain a ship lies nt at rest And one sails away from the Hie lea One spreads its while v wings rings on a far reaching track With pennant and sheet flowing free One hides in the sha shadow ow with sails laid aback aback- Tho ship that is waiting for me But lo in the distance the clouds break away ay The Tire Gates Gate's glowing portals I see sec And I hear henr from the the outgoing ship in the bay hay The S sig lg of the sailors in lee leeSo So I T think of the luminous footprints footprint that bore hore The comfort fJ oer o'er cr dark Galilee And wait for the signal to yo o 0 to the thc shore To Th th the ship that is waiting w for me J |