Classic Poem

The winds that o'er my ocean run
Reach through all worlds beyond the sun;
Through life and death, through fate, through time,
Grand breaths of God they sweep sublime.

A thread of law runs through my prayer,
Stronger than iron cables are;
And love and longing towards her goal
Are pilots sweet to guide the soul.

The wind ahead? The wind is free,—
Forevermore it favoreth me;
To shores of God still blowing fair,
O'er seas of God my bark doth bear.

For Life must live, and Soul must sail,
And unseen over seen prevail;
And all God's argosies come to shore,
Let ocean smile, or rage and roar.

O thou God's mariner, heart of mine,
Spread canvas to the airs divine!
Spread sail, and let thy fortune be
Forgotten in thy destiny!