My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails.

Humans consist of body, mind and imagination. Our bodies are faulty, our minds untrustworthy, but our imagination has made us remarkable.

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.

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

Oh some are fond of Spanish wine, and some are fond of French.

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.

Men in a ship are always looking up, and men ashore are usually looking down.