I Rejoice In My Spine, As In

You Must Have Plenty Of Sea-room To Tell The Truth In.

Great Towers Take Time To Construct.

Implacable I, The Implacable Sea; Implacable Most When Most I Smile Serene- Pleased, Not Appeased, By Myriad Wrecks In Me.

To Be A Born American Citizen Seems A Guarantee Against Pauperism; And This, Perhaps, Springs From The Virtue Of A Vote.

In What Rapt Ether Sails The World, Of Which The Weariest Will Never Weary?