January 13

The idle flapping of the sail is doubt;

Faith swells it full to breast the breasting seas.

Bold, conscience, fast, and rule the ruling helm;

Hell's freezing north no tempest can send out,

But it shall toss thee homeward to thy leas;

Boisterous wave-crest never shall o'erwhelm

Thy sea-float bark as safe as field-borne rooted elm.