God warms his hands at man's heart when he prays.
The days that make us happy make us wise
Most roads lead men homewards, My road leads me forth
The luck will alter and the star will rise.
Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes and peacocks, Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.
Men in a ship are always looking up, and men ashore are usually looking down.