Oh, the foes will rise
With the sleep still in their eyes
And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'
But they'll pinch themselves and squeal
And know that it's for real
The hour when the ship comes in

Then they'll raise their hands
Sayin' we'll meet all your demands
But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered
And like Pharaoh's tribe
They'll be drownded in the tide
And like Goliath, they'll be conquered

So if you've had enough
and are ready for your stand
I'll be waiting with
the stone that's in my hand.

When the shore is won at last,
Who will count the billows past?

Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand;
Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!

Travel, arrival
Years of an inch and a step toward a source
I'm coming to you
I'll be there in time

Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.

We are going to be posted all round the shores as a guard upon them, and in that state to wait for the return of the fleet, which, by the by, I think will not be in a hurry. It is reported that Lord Howe arrived last night with his fleet and the re enforcement mentioned in your Excellency's letter to General Sullivan. If the report is true, we got off the island in very good season.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done!
The ship has weathered every wrack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting.

Second Fig

Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!

Heart is sea,
language is shore.
Whatever sea includes,
will hit the shore.

The right wave will come. When
it does, grab your board, jump on,
and ride it for all it’s worth.

Behold, now, another providence of God. A ship comes into the harbor.

For here rolls the sea, and even here lies the other shore waiting to be reached — yes, here is this everlasting present, not distant, not anywhere else.

Long as the journey is, we will surely reach our destination when we stay the course.