Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1903-08-27
TRUTH N
The Ship and Pilot of Life: What
OF Your CaptaincN?

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drifting along
To wales where the daises and viO-
lets throng;
With courage that fails not-with
faith that is strong,
We drift to the light of the morning!
Though bitter the crosses-the sor-
rows and cares, i
We look to the future-the beautiful
years;
And light glimmers bright through
the rain of u tears,-
We drift to the light of the morning!
And life takes on beauty, and SPLEEN
didly beams
The light on the hiliside-the val.
leys and streams;
And Sorrow is only an echo of
dreams
AS we drift to the light of the morn
ing!
GAS we drift to the light of the
morning." beloved. And all will
be WeiI.if we but will it so; and our
ship will ride, at length, in the home
port in safety, if the chart be follow
ed that alone is the true guide.
"Thou fool, this night shalt thy
soul be required of thee" is spoken
to every mortal who does not give
! heed to and follow the soft admoni-
tons Of truth as exemplifed in COM
mon sincerity OF purpose and honesty
of motive. It means to work and
wait and watch and pray in the
| glorious light that ONE of truth
and fidelity and is never dimmed. It
means frankness and sincerity in the
:~easeless toll and strife, the earnest
purpose and hope of this life, the
Kings which lead to success in the
nigh calling of the higher human
endeavor. Without these, there can
be no success. Patient toll alone can
bring real success to any man, and
steadfast faith, nobility Of purpose,
purity Of heart and power of prayer
these alone can bring happiness.
:'With courage that fails not-With
faith that is strong,
We DRIFT to the light of the morn
ing"
Driftlng: In the eternal blue of
the upper deep there floats no cloud,
dark or fair-only the eternal blue,
fnpenetrable, ~unsearchable awful
in its majesty. 1t forms a dome and
at the zenith there beats a white
light that fades the blue into a glory
that is not of land or sea. Down
ward sweeping it falls into the soft,
tapping, langurOus embrace of the
vast sea, likewise ~eternally blue,
upon the bosom of which no crested
wave breaks. There is only the rise
and fall of the heaving deep, the
splendid threnodyof the sea, the vast
sea which shall one day be no more,
no more.
"And Sorrow is only the echo of
dreams,
AS we drift to the light Of the morn
ing"
Far out where the warm blue of
the upper deep joins the cool blue of
The great sea that rises and falls in
sublime threnody of silence, there
suddenly rises a space of white, like
unto a fieecy cloudlet flying away to
nothingness when day is done. The
lcpa0o ~ u,bi+o ovpandS with oc4On,
ishing swiftness. Look! it is a sail.
tStraining the vision of the hunger
ing eye, there is cen looming out of
the union of the upper and the lower
deeps of blue a full-rigged ship in
full sail, proudly c~areering forward,
every sail filed with a wind not yet
felt by him who watches and longs
for the breath Il it all. "The ship is
looming home!' the watcher cries.
Now every sail and spar and every
rope is clearly discerniblein that vast
sunbright blue. On it comes-the
ship coming home, full-ladened and
rich, the "bellying sails" white as the
wings of truth ever shining in the
eternal blue. Now the full ship, full
iladened is in view, and as it sweeps
onward there is the crested foam in
its wake. Now is seen in the bow
the angel face of Joy wreathed in
} the rainbows of long-deferred prom
Use; and now at the tiller is seer
Faith triumphant, steering the ship
coming home. Upon the bridge is
Laughter. The ship sweeps onward
and forward, a thing of living white