The Lord knows what we may find, dear lass,
And the deuce knows what we may do—
But we’re back once more on the old trail, our own trail, the out trail,
We’re down, hull down on the Long Trail—the trail that is always new.
Rudyard Kipling.
A great sea-song; we are on board passing through scene after scene and feeling the very movement of the ship and its gear.
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe!
Thou soul that art the eternity of thought
That givest to forms and images a breath