And there is the Captain's voice in the dark:
"Come, sailors, for the time in the harbour is over!"

All the black evils in the world have overflowed their banks,
Yet, oarsmen, take your places with the blessing of sorrow in
your souls!
Whom do you blame, brothers? Bow your heads down!
The sin has been yours and ours.
The heat growing in the heart of God for ages--
The cowardice of the weak, the arrogance of the strong, the greed
of fat prosperity, the rancour of the wronged, pride of race, and
insult to man--
Has burst God's peace, raging in storm.

Like a ripe pod, let the tempest break its heart into pieces,
scattering thunders.
Stop your bluster of dispraise and of self-praise,
And with the calm of silent prayer on your foreheads sail to that
unnamed shore.

We have known sins and evils every day and death we have known;
They pass over our world like clouds mocking us with their
transient lightning laughter.
Suddenly they have stopped, become a prodigy,
And men must stand before them saying:
"We do not fear you, O Monster! for we have lived every day by
conquering you,
"And we die with the faith that Peace is true, and Good is true,
and true is the eternal One!"