“They sailed away for a year and a day
To the land where the bong-tree grows.”

“My soul to-day
Is far away
Sailing the Vesuvian Bay.”

“And [he] sailed back over a year
and in and out of weeks
and through a day
and into the night of his very own room
where he found his supper waiting for him
and it was still hot”

“So let me fly please lead me and I'll follow you
Above the clouds beyond the stormy sea
I long to share a world of sweet contentment there
In that bright land where grows the olive tree.”

“We sailed away on a winter's day
With fate as malleable as clay
But ships are fallible, I say
And the nautical, as all things, fades.”

“I think I speak not too strongly when I say that a church in the land without the Spirit of God is rather a curse than a blessing. If you have not the Spirit of God, Christian worker, remember you stand in somebody else's way; you are a tree bearing no fruit, standing where another fruitful tree might grow.”

“One day that same year, I told my dad that someday, I would sail around the world alone.”

“I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.”

“For what avail the plough or sail,
Or land or life, if freedom fail?”

“Oh, the tree of life is growing where the spirit never dies
And the bright light of salvation shines in dark and empty skies.”