OF ALL the ships that sail life's sea, <br />The Comradeship's the one for me; <br />In weather fair or weather foul, <br />A pleasant breeze or gales that howl, <br />An ocean smooth or troubled sea, <br />The Comradeship rides merrily. <br />Her masts are staunch, her sails are white, <br />Her compass true, and day or night <br />She keeps her course, and in the end <br />Comes back to port with every friend. <br /> <br />The Comradeship is manned by men <br />Who teach the sad to smile again; <br />True-hearted souls who've quaffed the glass <br />Of bitterness and seen it pass; <br />Who know the meaning of distress, <br />The heartache and the weariness <br />That those who journey here below <br />Sooner or later come to know; <br />And on the deck they stand and smile <br />And bid us fare with them a while. <br /> <br />They bid us make a pleasant trip <br />Upon the gallant Comradeship; <br />With them they bid us pace her deck, <br />A friendly arm about each neck, <br />And back to hearts with aching sore <br />They bring the balm of peace once more; <br />And from the troubled sea of strife <br />They bring us to the joy of life, <br />Restoring hope and faith again <br />To weary and despairing men. <br /> <br />Of all the ships that sail life's sea <br />The Comradeship's the one for me. <br />Her cabin rings with laughter true, <br />Above her skies seem ever blue, <br />And by the sunlight of a smile <br />She steers for ' Happy Afterwhile;' <br />The port of Consolation, too, <br />She touches ere her journey's through; <br />And this the song her master sings, <br />'Our destination's Better Things.'<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/comradeship-2/
