All Your Strength Is In Union, All

Love Contending With Friendship, And Self With Each Generous Impulse. To And Fro In His Breast His Thoughts Were Heaving And Dashing, As In A Foundering Ship.

For His Heart Was In His Work, And The Heart Giveth Grace Unto Every Art.

As I Gaze Upon The Sea! All The Old Romantic Legends, All My Dreams, Come Back To Me.

I Know Not How It Is, But During A Voyage I Collect Books As A Ship Does Barnacles.

Time Has Laid His Hand Upon My Heart, Gently, Not Smiting It, But As A Harper Lays His Open Palm Upon His Harp, To Deaden Its Vibrations.