Out Of Her Darkened Fishing-Ports They Go, A Fleet Of Little Ships, Whose Every Name-- Daffodil, Sea-Lark, Rose And Surf And Snow, Burns In This Blackness Like An Altar-Flame; Out Of Her Past They Sail, Three Thousand Strong, The People'S Fleet That Never Knew Its Worth, And Every Name Is A Broken Phrase Of Song To Some Remembered Loveliness On Earth. There'S Barbara Cowie, Comely Bank And May, Christened, At Home, In Worlds Of Dawn And Dew: There'S Ruth And Kindly Light And Robin Gray With Mizpah. (May That Simple Prayer Come True!) Out Of Old England'S Inmost Heart They Sail, A Fleet Of Memories That Can Never Fail.