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.

My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails.

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.

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

There are few earthly things more beautiful than a university a place where those who hate ignorance may strive to know, where those who perceive truth may strive to make others see.

Off Cape Horn there are but two kinds of weather, neither one of them a pleasant kind.

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