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 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: “There, she is gone!” there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: “Here she comes!”