Daisy Rinehart expresses a very common feeling in this poem:
I’m tired of sailing my little boat
Far inside of the harbor bar;
I want to be out where the big ships float—
Out on the deep, where the great ones are!
And should my frail craft prove too slight
For storms that sweep those wide seas o’er,
Better go down in the stirring fight
Than drowse to death by the sheltered shore!