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The Sailing Ship
Posted by: Beth tuttle (---.res.east.verizon.net)
Date: October 05, 2004 09:13AM

I am seeking a poem that was read at a funeral that uses the metaphor for death of a ship that has just sailed out of sight over the horizon. Anyone know the poem or author?


Re: The Sailing Ship
Posted by: StephenFryer (---.l1.c5.dsl.pol.co.uk)
Date: October 05, 2004 09:28AM

I am standing on the sea shore,
A ship sails in the morning breeze and starts for the ocean.
She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her
Till at last she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says:
"She is gone."

Gone! Where?
Gone from my sight -m that is all.
She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her
And just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination.
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me,
not in her.

And just at the moment when someone at my side says,
"She is gone",
There are others who are watching her coming, and other voices take up a glad shout:
"There she comes"
- and that is dying. An horizon and just the limit of our sight.
Lift us up, Oh Lord, that we may see further.

Bishop Brent
1862 - 1926

Stephen


Stephen !
Posted by: ilza (---.162.245.52.user.ajato.com.br)
Date: October 05, 2004 10:17AM

Bishop Brent ?

I have always known it as by Henry Van Dyke ...
Van Dyke was a professor of English literature at Princeton,
who later became American Ambassador to the Netherlands

Parable of immortality ( A ship leaves . . . )
by Henry (Jackson) Van Dyke - 1852 - 1933

I am standing by the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch
until at last she hangs like a peck of white cloud
just where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other.

Then someone at my side says, 'There she goes!
Gone where? Gone from my sight - that is all.

She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when she left my side
and just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the places of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.

And just at the moment when someone at my side says,
'There she goes! ' ,
there are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout :
'Here she comes!'

...
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Re: Stephen !
Posted by: StephenFryer (---.l1.c5.dsl.pol.co.uk)
Date: October 05, 2004 11:22AM

Sorry, ilza, I must have cut and pasted from an unreliable source. Smacks hand

Stephen




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