I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain.

And may we find when ended is the page, Death but a tavern on our pilgrimage.

To most of us the future seems unsure. But then it always has been; and we who have seen great changes must have great hopes.

Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain, And the watch fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again.

I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky; and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.

The days that make us happy make us wise

The distant soul can shake the distant friend's soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles.