Where sails the ship?-It
leads the Tyrian forth
For the rich amber of the liberal north.
Be kind, ye seas-winds, lend your gentlest wing,
May in each creek sweet wells restoring spring!-
To you, ye gods, belong the merchant!-oer
The waves his sails the wide worlds goods explore;
And, all the while, wherever waft the gales
The wide worlds good sails with him as he sails!