Vale *

LONE Voyager! Thy Ship of Dreams

Spreads its free sail and slips away

Into the distant visioning

That lies behind the end of day.

The restless tide's impatient wave

In from the broad Pacific rolls

And sunset marks a mystic way

To the far-shining Port of Souls.

We, watching on the darkening shore,

Wave you farewell, and strain our eyes

Till that bright speck which is your sail

Is lost in the enfolding skies.

Brave Heart, Sweet Singer! Speed you well

To those dim islands of the blest,

Far — far — and ever farther, till

The end of distance brings you rest!