It is to hope, though hope were lost.

This dead of midnight is the noon of thought, And Wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.

Life! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'T is hard to part when friends are dear,- Perhaps 't will cost a sigh, a tear; The…

Man is the nobler growth our realms supply, And souls are ripened in our northern sky.

It's gonna be a long hard drag, but we'll make it.

Say not the struggle nought availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And as things have been, things remain.

'I keep sailing on in this middle passage. I am sailing into the wind and the dark. But I am doing my best to keep my boat steady and my sails full.'