Harbor

( In ). “I know it is over, over! I know it is over at last! Down sail! the sheathed anchor uncover, For the stre of the voyage has pa ed. Life, like a tempest of ocean, Hath outbreathed its ultimate blast; There’s but a faint sobbing seaward, While the calm of the tide deepens leeward; And, behold! like the welcoming quiver Of heart-pulses throbbed through the river. Those lights in the harbor at last; The heavenly harbor at last!” Paul Hamilton Hayne (1882).