Harbors Rest - Manassian Quintain

The midnight sea, it carries me So high aloft, atop the burly crest I hear the crash, on distant shore The boat is strained in freezing quest It carries me atop the burly crest In shroud of fog, I strain to see Will I survive the crashing waves Nothing is still, the air is filled Cold fear stilled face, the hand that saves I strain to see the crashing waves Before the wave I speed by rocks Into a place to harbor’s rest From turbulent to calmer fare My fear has died, survived to tell I speed by rocks to harbor’s rest