There’s a magic in the distance, where the sea-line meets the sky. - Alfred Noyes

He preferred to remain in Chalkdene where he was well known and universally disrespected. Permanent residents employed him occasionally for work that did not demand intelligence, honesty or personal cleanliness.

Dawn, ever bearing some divine increase Of beauty, love, and wisdom round the world, Dawn, like a wild-rose in the fields of heaven Washed grey with dew, awoke, and found the barque At anchor in a little land-locked bay.

We, that like foemen meet the past Because we bring the future, know We only fight to achieve at last
A great re-union with our foe; Re-union in the truths that stand When all our wars are rolled away; Re-union of the heart and hand
And of the prayers wherewith we pray; Re-union in the common needs, The common strivings of mankind; Re-union of our warring creeds
In the one God that dwells behind.