For the girl of Lisieux
The world's thy ship,
not thy destination,
Yet you cannot skip
to God's green nation.
The world's no grave,
nor small, cold cell,
but you must be brave
or drown on its swell.
The world's a ship,
not mere coffin, praise!
After this strange trip,
comes God's embrace.
Hear, Man: sail joyful this way,
till the glorious dawn of such a day.