Filling the eye with beauty, plunging deep,
With wet white shoulders thrusting the billows by:
The airman hovering, sweeping above the hill,
The engine driving a furrow of flame through the night,
The long ships breasting the waves,—they are with us still,
The strong clean things we have made for our heart's delight.
Strength of the mind and will despising sloth,
Seeking the task unfinished, the goal unguessed,
Sowing the seed in faith, entrusting the growth
To the strength of their children, after their hands have rest: