To an unseen friend across
Where ships are decked for sea
Where cargoes wet with tears,
Who wears a tapestry of dreams
Of the warp and woof of years
With a sheen of a Life to Be.
To an unseen friend high up the stream
Where the Fount of Life is born
Plays at his task with finny bream
At the threshold of the morn.
To an unseen friend beside the reel
With anchors for the sea
Where men are torn upon the wheel
Relentlessly for me;
Weave on thy cord of human weal
For thy loom of Destiny.