And gladlier ye than we—

We, sons and sires of seamen,

Whose home is all the sea.

For you the storm sounds only

More notes of more delight

Than earth's in sunniest weather:

When heaven and sea together

Join strengths against the lonely

Lost bark borne down by night,

For you the storm sounds only

More notes of more delight.

With wider wing, and louder

Long clarion-call of joy,

Thy tribe salutes the terror

Of darkness, wild as error,

But sure as truth, and prouder

Than waves with man for toy;

With wider wing, and louder

Long clarion-call of joy.

The wave's wing spreads and flutters,

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