o <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />The faithful helm commands the keel, <br />From port to port fair breezes blow; <br />But the ship must sail the convex sea, <br />Nor may she straighter go. <br /> <br />So, man to man; in fair accord, <br />On thought and will the winds may wait; <br />But the world will bend the passing word, <br />Though its shortest course be straight. <br /> <br />From soul to soul the shortest line <br />At best will bended be: <br />The ship that holds the straightest course <br />Still sails the convex sea. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />o<br /><br />John Boyle O'Reilly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-best/
