OUR VOYAGE is begun. Captain, we bow to thee! The storm howls and the waves are wicked and wild, but we sail on. The menace of danger waits in the way to yield to thee its offerings of pain, and a voice in the heart of the tempest cries: 'Come to conquer fear!' Let us not linger to look back for the laggards, or benumb the quickening hours with dread and doubt. For thy time is our time and thy burden is our own and life and death are but thy breath playing upon the eternal sea of Life. Let us not wear our hearts away picking small help and taking slow count of friends. Let us know more than all else that thou art with us and we are thine forever.
THOU ART A glimmer of gold from the dawn on my life's shore, a dew-drop on the first white flower of autumn. Thou art a rainbow from the distant sky bending o'er the dust, a dream of the crescent moon touched with a white cloud, thou art a secret of paradise revealed by chance to the earth. Thou art my poet's vision, appearing from the days of my forgotten birth, thou art the word that is never for utterance, a freedom that comes in the form of a bondage, for thou openest the door for me to the beauty of a living light.
