“In the broad sea humanity
A gallant bark with us set sail;
But, drifting on, our courses changed
With the first rising of the gale.
And we have spoken many a sail,
And waited answer with white lip,
In hopes to hear from one who is
To us through life a missing ship.
Is she afloat a shattered wreck?
Or lies she deep in coral caves?
Or is she where those floating bergs
Wedge them within their icy graves?
We cannot know until we gain
The port for which we all are bound;
But there we know all sails will meet,
And every missing ship be found.”
–Hattie Tyng Griswold