Bayard Taylor,
The Riverside song book — The Voyagers
(1893)
“ We sail no fast - er for our hopes, No slow - er for our fears. The sway-ing keel slides on, The helm o - beys the hand; At noon we mark the gleam Of tem - ples tall and fair; Yet vain is all re - turn, Though false the goal be - fore; How- e'er the bark is blown. Lie down and sleep a - while: Fast we have sailed from dawn to dawn, Yet nev - er reach the land. ”
