Beacon In The Night

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,

And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,

And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

~John Masefield

THE LIGHT

I am the light, holding Nightly my torch on high; Under me surge the waters, Over me bends the sky.

Year after year I stand here Holding my steady light, Sending its ray of comfort Into the darkest night.

Many a man has served me, Tending the Light with care, Many a vanished footstep Passed by my winding stair.

Years pass and men pass with them, Never my light grows dim, One hands the torch to another, Others will follow him.

So are the centuries moving, Still serving men am I, Constant through gales of winter Calm beneath summers sky.

Lights are the hope of seamen, Warning of rock and shoal, We are the danger-stations, We are the sea-patrol!

~Hattie Vose Hall

THE LIGHTHOUSE

Let me so live
That I might be
A lighthouse standing
By lifes sea.

When storm clouds sweep
Across the skys,
Let me light hope
In weary eyes.

When stars blink out
And wild winds blow,
Let me show men
The way to go.

When faith grows weak
And hope is lost,
Lord, let me guide
The tempest-tossed!

Let me so live
That I may be
A lighthouse by
Life's troubled sea.

~Edgar Daniel Kramer

THE LIGHTHOUSE LULLABYE

Lay down your head and close your eyes and rest your weary soul,

For the lighthouse shines through fog, and rain, and night as black as coal!

Though winds are lashing and waves are crashing on coral reefs below,

The beacons calls and beckons all with its majestic beam aglow.

When stars are out and seas are calm and eventide draws nigh -

The seafarer rocks in a cradle of waves to The Lighthouse Lullabye.

- unknown -

"And o’er them the lighthouse looked lovely as hope,—

That star of life’s tremulous ocean."

~Paul Moon James (1780–1854)

"By The Sea"

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