OUT of her darkened fishing-ports they go, br A fleet of little ships, whose every name - br br Daffodil, Sea-lark, Rose br and br Surf br and br Snow, br br Bums in this blackness like an altar-flame; br br Out of her past they sail, three thousand strong, br The people's fleet that never knew its worth, br And every name is a broken phrase of song br To some remembered loveliness on earth. br br There's br Barbara Cowie, Comely Bank br and br May, br br Christened, at home, in worlds of dawn and dew : br There's br Ruth br and br Kindly Light br and br Robin Gray, br br With br Mispah. br (May that simple prayer come true!) br br Out of old England's inmost heart they sail, br A fleet of memories that can never fail.