Louisa May Alcott,
Morning-Glories and Other Stories
(1871)
“ Spread the silken sail To the summer gale, Low singing across the sea; Float away, float away, Through foam and spray, As if o'er a flowery lea! Oh! fear no storm nor cloudy frown, Though mightier ships than ours go down: Our helmsman laughs at the wildest gale, As he drops anchor and furls his sail; For He who guides the sparrow's wing, Whose love upholds the frailest thing, Has given a spell, To protect the shell Through the waves' tumultuous flow. When tempest-tost, Unwrecked, unlost, It sinks to calmer depths below. ”
