Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and
masts of ships.

And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and
masts of ships.

Hospitality sitting with gladness.

Hospitality sitting with gladness.

I saw the long line of the vacant shore,
The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand,
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I saw the long line of the vacant shore,
The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand,
And the brown rocks left bare on every hand,
As if the ebbing tide would flow no more.

Build me straight. O worthy Master!
Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel
That shall laugh at all read more

Build me straight. O worthy Master!
Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel
That shall laugh at all disaster,
And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!

Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor read more

Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.