Good-bye, Bermuda
I have said good-bye to many, and shall say good-bye to more;
And some have leave to follow, who may best have gone before.
On the high seas of illusion, what though visions go aground,
Dreams be reported missing, or a hope or two be drowned!
There are heavens to be entered in a region just beyond,
Always ready to spread open at the wafting of a wand.
Faith is somewhere still abiding, and the courage of the past
Is a banner yet that flutters from a bent and battered mast.
Ships are building, ships are sinking; sailors still are signing on
For a voyage to the islands and the fabled ports of dawn.
One of them is called Bermuda, where a ship's way is the moon's,
Anchor down and reefing canvas, riding on the blue lagoons.
And some have leave to follow, who may best have gone before.
On the high seas of illusion, what though visions go aground,
Dreams be reported missing, or a hope or two be drowned!
There are heavens to be entered in a region just beyond,
Always ready to spread open at the wafting of a wand.
Faith is somewhere still abiding, and the courage of the past
Is a banner yet that flutters from a bent and battered mast.
Ships are building, ships are sinking; sailors still are signing on
For a voyage to the islands and the fabled ports of dawn.
One of them is called Bermuda, where a ship's way is the moon's,
Anchor down and reefing canvas, riding on the blue lagoons.
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