Sail On - The Moorings

Sail on, sail on, thou fearless bark --

Wherever blows the welcome wind

It cannot lead to scenes more dark

More sad, than those we leave behind

Each wave that passes seems to say

Though death beneath our smile may be

Less cold we are, less false than they

Whose smiling wrecked thy hopes and thee

Sail on, sail on -- through endless space --

Through calm -- through tempest -- stop no more;

The stormiest sea’s a resting-place

To him who leaves such hearts on shore

Or -- if some desert land we meet

Where never yet false-hearted men

Profaned a world that else were sweet --

Then rest thee, bark, but not till then