To veer, how vain! On, onward strain, Brave barks! In light, in darkness too, Through winds and tides one compass guides,- To that, and your own selves, be true.
But O blithe breeze! and O great seas! Though ne'er, that earliest parting past, On your wide plain they join again, Together lead them home at last!
One port, methought, alike they sought, One purpose hold where'er they fare: O bounding breeze, O rushing seas! At last, at last, unite them there!
