Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind the gates of Hercules; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shorless seas. The good Mate said, Now we must pray, For lo! the very stars are gone. Brave Admiral, speak, what shall I say? Why say, 'Sail on! sail on! and on! My men grow mutinous day by day; My men grow ghastly wan and weak! The stout Mate thought of home; a spray Of salt wavewashed his swarthy cheek. What shall I say, brave Admiral, say, If we sight naught but seas at dawn? Why, you shall say at break of day, 'Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!' They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the Mate; This mad sea shows its teeth tonight. He curls his lip, he lies in wait, With lifted teeth, as if to bite! Brave Admiral, say but one good word; What shall we do when hope is gone? The words leapt like a leaping sword; Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on! Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck And peered through darkness. Ah! that night Of all dark nights! And then a speck -- A light! A light! A light! A light! It grew, a starlit flag unfurled! It grew to be Time's burst of dawn. He gained a world; he gave that world Its greatest lesson: On! sail on!
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But in seven weeks it was done, the frontiers decided. A continent for better or worse divided. The next day he sailed for England, where he quickly forgot The case as a good lawyer must. Return he would not, Afraid, as he told his Club, that he might get shot.
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No pessimist ever discovered the secret of the stars, or sailed to an uncharted land, or opened a new doorway for the human spirit.
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Sometimes we sailed as gently and steadily as the clouds overhead, watching the receding shores and the motions of our sail; the play of its p...
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Only one ship is seeking us a black- Sailed unfamiliar, towing at her back A huge and birdless silence. In her wake...
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We sailed from the port of indecision, Young and wild with, oh, so much to learn, And days turn into years, As we try to fool our fears, But, to the port of indecision I return.
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No pessimist ever discovered the secret of the stars or sailed an uncharted land, or opened a new doorway for the human spirit.
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You mustn't be afraid of death. When this ship sailed, death sailed on her.
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No pessimist ever discovered the secrets of the stars, or sailed to uncharted land, or opened a new doorway for the human spirit.
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No pessimist ever discovered the secrets of the stars or sailed to an uncharted land or opened a new heaven to the human hour.
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No pessimest ever discovered the secret of the stars, or sailed to an unchartered land or opened a new heaven to the human spirit.
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Luke 8:26:
They sailed to the region of the Gerasenes, which is across the lake from Galilee.
(NIV)
Then they came to the country of the Gerasenes, which is opposite Galilee.
(AMP)
And they arrived at the country of the Gadarenes, which is over against Galilee.
(KJV)
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