It's A Warm Wind, The West Wind,

Success Is The Brand On The Brow Of The Man Who Aimed Too Low.

I Hold That When A Person Dies / His Soul Returns Again To Earth; / Arrayed In Some New Flesh Disguise / Another Mother Gives Him Birth / With Sturdier Limbs And Brighter Brain.

God Warms His Hands At Man's Heart When He Prays.

All I Ask Is A Tall Ship And A Star To Sail Her By.

In This Life He Laughs Longest Who Laughs Last.