“Up! Stir the rough logs to a ruddier glow!
And spread forth the gladsome cheer!
For the night hangs dark on the plain below,
And the swift-winged storm is near!”
(Full oft my first,
When loud storms burst,
Shelters some wanderer from their worst!)
“Let the white sail flutter free and wide!
How our smooth prow cuts the laughing foam!
Faster, yet faster, oh, may we glide!