The oar, the hope! O, but we,
We are nothing but your boat,
Lost without our helmsman, sail,
Oar, or hope, while you’d glide well,
Being all those things but boat.
Helmsmen are nobler than boats.
Let’s row with helmsmen for oars!
Let’s scud the waves, oars for sails!
O, great helmsman, you’re nothing
Like us, your mere pegs and boards
Keeping you dry as you float
Serenely to the future
In which your vision foresees
You’ll helm bigger, better boats.
O oar! O sail! Steer us through
The stormy seas to that port
Where you will get off our boat.
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