My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.

It is curious to note the old sea-margins of human thought! Each subsiding century reveals some new mystery; we build where monsters used to hide themselves.

To charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might.

Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place.

Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon.

Fear is the virtue of slaves; but the heart that loveth is willing.

Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice, and lend to the rhyme of the poet the beauty of thy voice.