I
am standing upon the seashore. A ship at
my side spreads her white sails to the morning
breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She
is an object of beauty and strength. I stand
and watch her until at length she hangs like
a speck of white cloud just where the sea
and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then
someone at my side says: "There, she is
gone!"
"Gone
where?"
Gone
from my sight. That is all. She is just as
large in mast and hull and spar as she was
when she left my side and she is just as
able to bear her load of living freight to
her destined port.
Her
diminished size is in me, not in her. And
just at the moment when
someone at my side says: "She is gone!" there are
other eyes watching her
coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad
shout: "Here she comes!"
That
is dying.
--Henry Van Dyke |