Life is Eternal 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, and I stand and watch
her until at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud, just where
the sea and the sky come down to mingle with each other. Then someone
at my side says, “There! She’s 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 just as able to bear her load of
living freight to the place of destination. Her diminished size is in
me, not in her; and just at the moment when someone at my side says,
“There! She’s gone!,” there are other voices ready to take up
the glad shout, “There! She comes!”