Love is a flame to set the will on fire

I must go down to the sea again For the call of the running tide It's a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied.

Once in a century a man may be ruined or made insufferable by praise. But surely once in a minute something generous dies for want of it.

And he who gives a child a treat Makes joy-bells ring in Heaven's street, And he who gives a child a home Builds palaces in Kingdom come, And she who gives a baby birth Brings Saviour Christ again to Earth.

All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by.

The luck will alter and the star will rise.

But he has gone, A nation's memory and veneration, Among the radiant, ever venturing on, Somewhere, with morning, as such spirits will.