“There go the ships!” how quickly they pass by!
Life is but trips, eternity draws nigh!
The fleeting sense of time, oh, approach of the unknown!
Oh soul, what thoughts sublime!
Naught can’st thou call thy own.
People and plans appear and disappear;
Lives come and go, but whither do they steer?
Oh friend, “heave to,” consult your chart once more;
Where will you anchor when the journey’s o’er?