Now we sit, rest awhile, arked together, safe seaed, ‘neath blue midnight’s heaven, lulled by the breeze. Now we sail, ever onward, travailing the dark, tending toward light and traversing the heart. Now we hold, always steady come tempest or gust; blanketed, snug sured, swathed round by trust. Now we strive, washed and wisened mid the salt and the foam, till landfall slips far and the sea becomes home.
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