Outbound, your bark awaits you. Were I one <br />Whose prayer availeth much, my wish should be <br />Your favoring trad-wind and consenting sea. <br />By sail or steed was never love outrun, <br />And, here or there, love follows her in whom <br />All graces and sweet charities unite, <br />The old Greek beauty set in holier light; <br />And her for whom New England's byways bloom, <br />Who walks among us welcome as the Spring, <br />Calling up blossoms where her light feet stray. <br />God keep you both, make beautiful your way, <br />Comfort, console, and bless; and safely bring, <br />Ere yet I make upon a vaster sea <br />The unreturning voyage, my friends to me.<br /><br />John Greenleaf Whittier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/godspeed-2/
