To Avis

The greatest treasure one can findIs in a mind not too confined,A spirit not too free from care,A will to venture and to dare.

Ships that sail close to the shoreSee little but the dreary moor;While those that plow the ocean tideKnow the pulse of boundless tide.

Such ships, returning home to port,Bring merchandise of every sort,The ways and modes of every raceEncompassed by the ocean’s space.

Sail on in thrilling ecstacyThe ocean wide, the boundless sea,And know what joy it is to findStrange treasures that enrich the mind.