Letitia Elizabeth Landon

“ To urge the tiny sail;
No sailor in a calm e'er watched
More anxious for a gale.
And though they are but paper boats,
Launched on a village brook;
How earnest is each beating heart!
How eager is each look! ”

“ What, with their little fairy ships,
It was their dream to do:
But be what will the enterprise,
That carries men afar,
Through danger, death, through calm and storm,
For commerce, science, war ”