They shall surely be yours, if you’ll say but the word.”
“But when?”
“When my ship comes in.”
There’s a Ship that is freighted with heart’s desires;
Fast moored ’midst the stars she must lie,
Till the last, least weight
Of greed or of hate
Shall out of her cargo fly.
When the wish of each heart is gentle and kind,
With no taint of a selfish sin,