Poems (Kennedy)/Ships at Sea

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SHIPS AT SEA
FROM far beyond the wavering line Where the sky meets rock-a-by sea,Somewhere and from some unknown port My ships are sailing home to me.
And this I know, for the God of all dreams Has whispered my heart it was so;Then what care I if the heavens be fair Or the wide-winged tempests shall blow?
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And one of my ships is a radiant Hope, And a rainbow arches the mast;And one is a Memory, drifting away From the purple ports of the past.
But my treasure-ship is a ship of Prayer, And it's winged with a white, white sail,And I know in my soul that the God of all dreams Will temper the tide and the gale;
And that some sweet day, from the silver mists Where the sky meets rock-a-by sea,My straining eyes shall glimpse the sails Of my ships come home from sea.
And the radiant Hope shall bloom to a Joy, And the Memory shall lose its pain,And the answered Prayer, transfigured with faith, Make of life a glory again.
And this do I know, for the God of all dreams Has whispered my heart it was so;Then what care I if the heavens be fair Or the wide-winged tempests shall blow!
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