THEY BLESSED MY SHIP WITH SOFT FLOWING WORDS OF FAREWELL.

I GAVE HER PROW TO THE SEA AND HER STERN TO THE LAND.

THE SAILS FLAPPED AGAINST THE SPLINTERY MASTS.

I DROVE ON TILL I REACHED HOME, WHERE THOSE WHO LOVED ME WAITED.

SONGS WERE SUNG AND SMOOTH DRINKS RAISED.

MUSIC IN FIDDLE-STRINGS TO THE EVER-HEALING OF ALL ILLS, THAT WOULD MEND MENS HEARTS AND SOOTHE WOMEN IN TRAVAIL.

WITH THE HEROS FATIGUE I SLEPT.