The Spike or Victoria College Review, June 1906
Cook
Cook.
Sailor, that strove with cloud and wave and chance
To trace the pathless border of a sea,
The chanting vestal of eternity
Awakened from invulnerable trance
By thy devotion; thou that hadst the glance
To pierce the mocking veil of mystery
Over our waters, make our vision free
To catch the golden flame of circumstance,
To find in duty a greater than the hour
Of triumph, something that the mighty sun
Hath not in his dominion; bid us learn
Thy lesson, that the humblest hath the power,
From the poor world, his labour duly done,
With eyes of shining happiness to turn.
Hubert Church.