Man Sails The Deep Awhile  by Robert Louis Stevenson  MAN sails
the deep awhile; Loud runs the roaring tide; The seas are wild
and wide; O'er many a salt, o'er many a desert mile, The
unchained breakers ride, The quivering stars beguile.  Hope
bears the sole command; Hope, with unshaken eyes, Sees flaw and
storm arise; Hope, the good steersman, with unwearying hand,
Steers, under changing skies, Unchanged toward the land.  O wind
that bravely blows! O hope that sails with all Where stars and
voices call! O ship undaunted that forever goes Where God, her
admiral, His battle signal shows!  What though the seas and wind
Far on the deep should whelm Colours and sails and helm? There,
too, you touch that port that you designed - There, in the mid-
seas' realm, Shall you that haven find.  Well hast thou sailed:
now die, To die is not to sleep. Still your true course you
keep, O sailor soul, still sailing for the sky; And fifty fathom
deep Your colours still shall fly.  | |  Share  << first  <
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