I shall look out on the blue tossing sea,
Daylight and dawning, God in the morning
Stirring the dauntless eternal in me.
I shall go forth to the rapture of living,
Lightness of spirit my staff and my girth,
Moulded anew in the greatness of being,
Purged in my soul by the sweetness of earth.
Carry me back to the hills of New England,
Back to the land of the woods and the sea,
Back to the shores where the blue waters beckon,