Thus, I steer my bark, and sail On even keel, with gentle gale.
Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.
Sweet memory, wafted by the gentle gale,
Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail,
To view the fairy haunts of long-lost hours,
Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers.
O friend, never strike sail to a fear! Come into port greatly, or sail with God the seas.
Sail on ship of state, sail on, I union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, with all its hopes of future years, is hanging on thy fate!
Sail on, sail on, o' might Ship of State. To the shores of need, past the reefs of greed, through the squalls of hate. Sail on, sail on, sail on.
What if others suffer shipwreck, yet none that sail with Jesus have ever been stranded yet.
On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.
Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.
Hoist up sail while gale doth last, Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure.
In adversity be spirited and firm, and with equal prudence lessen your sail when filled with a too fortunate gale of prosperity.
Let the winds blow! a fiercer gale
Is wild within me! what may quell
That sullen tempest? I must sail
Whither, O whither, who can tell!
I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.
Who sail on stormy seas;
And that's the way I get my bread --
A trifle, if you please.
On a ship thats made of paper, I would sail the seven seas. (Just to be with you)
I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas.