“Sail forth into the sea of life,
O gentle, loving, trusting wife,
And safe from all adversity
Upon the bosom of that sea
Thy comings and thy goings be!
For gentleness and love and trust
Prevail o'er angry wave and gust;
And in the wreck of noble lives
Something immortal still survives.”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Building of the Ship

Source: The Building of the Ship (1849), Line 368.

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American poet 1807–1882

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