Lee Kimball
I am standing on the sea shore,
A ship sails in the morning breeze
and starts for the ocean.
he is an object of beauty and
I stand watching him
Till at last he fades on the
horizon and someone at my side says:
"he is gone."
Gone? Where?
Gone from my sight, that is all.
He is just as large in the masts,
hull and spars as he was when I saw him
And just as able to bear his load of
living freight to its destination.
The diminished size and total loss of
sight is in me, not in him.
And just at the moment when someone
at my side says, "he is gone",
There are others who are watching
him coming, and other voices take
up a glad shout: "There he comes"
and that is dying. An horizon and
just the limit of our sight.
Lift us up, Oh Lord, that we may see further






