Good Work In The Building Of My

I Was Born In The Breezes, And I Had Studied The Sea As Perhaps Few Men Have Studied It, Neglecting All Else.

I Had Already Found That It Was Not Good To Be Alone, And So I Made Companionship With What There Was Around Me, Sometimes With The Universe And Sometimes With My Own Insignificant Self; But My Books Were Always My Friends, Let Fail All Else.

...as The Day Wore On I Watched The Birds All Flying In One Direction, And Said, Land Lies There.

To Young Men Contemplating A Voyage I Would Say Go.

Good Work In The Building Of My Vessel Stood Me Always In Good Stead.