A LEGEND OF THE SEA
There was a ship named “The Purple,” so strong and so great that she feared neither winds nor waves, even when they were raging most terribly.
“The Purple” swept on, with every sail set, she rose upon each swelling wave and crushed with her conquering prow hidden rocks on which other ships foundered. She moved ever forward with sails which were gleaming in sunlight, and moved with such swiftness that foam roared at her sides and stretched out behind in a broad, endless road-streak.
“That is a glorious craft,” cried out crews on all other ships; “a man might think that she sails just to punish the ocean.”
From time to time they called out to the crew of “The Purple”:
“Hei, men, to what port are ye sailing?”
“To that port to which wind blows,” said the men on “The Purple.”
“Have a care, there are rocks ahead! There are whirlpools!”
In reply to this warning came back a song as loud as the wind was:
“Let us sail on, let us sail ever joyously.”