Vale *

LONE Voyager! Thy Ship of Dreams Spreads its free sail and slips away Into the distant visioning That lies behind the end of day.

The restless tide's impatient wave In from the broad Pacific rolls And sunset marks a mystic way To the far-shining Port of Souls.

We, watching on the darkening shore, Wave you farewell, and strain our eyes Till that bright speck which is your sail Is lost in the enfolding skies.

Brave Heart, Sweet Singer! Speed you well To those dim islands of the blest, Far—far—and ever farther, till The end of distance brings you rest!