Wherefore are you going, little plain in the sky?
What yonder doth thy ambition reside?
O man, that cannot things let lie,
And no brims passing before cloud delights.
Those hoping souls thy vessel confined,
What grief or love is put behind?
Towards great change perhaps some ye climb,
How braved uncertainty with must ride.
Mayst thou all the skies good-will imbibe,
And with none but peace thy journey collide.