As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.

Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, FollowThe Gleam.

Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace;Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,While the stars burn, the moons increase,And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet;Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.

That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.

And o'er the hills, and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim, Beyond the night, across the day, Thro' all the world she follow'd him.

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.

How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise.