Death Is Only a Launching Into the Region of the Untried

Death seems the only desirable sequel for a career like this. But death is only a launching into the region of the strange, untried. It is but the first salutation to the possibilities of the immense,. remote, the wild, the watery, the unshored. To the death longing eyes of such men who still have left in them some interior compunctions against suicide. Does the all receptive ocean alluringly spread forth his whole plan of unimaginable taking terrors and wonderful new life adventures? And from the hearts of infinite pacifics, the thousand mermaids sing to them. Hearkening to these voices east and west, by early sunrise and by fall of eve,