My Ship Was Also In Better Condition

To Young Men Contemplating A Voyage I Would Say Go. The Tales Of Rough Usage Are For The Most Part Exaggerations, As Also Are The Tales Of Sea Danger. To Face The Elements Is, To Be Sure, No Light Matter When The Sea Is In Its Grandest Mood. You Must Then Know The Sea, And Know That You Know It, And Not Forget That It Was Made To Be Sailed Over.

Was The Crew Well? Was I Not? I Had Profited In Many Ways By The Voyage. I Had Even Gained Flesh, And Actually Weighed A Pound More Than When I Sailed From Boston.

Remember, Lord, My Ship Is Small And Thy Sea Is So Wide!

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

But Where, After All, Would Be The Poetry Of The Sea Were There No Wild Waves?