The Navy Is Very Old

God Help Us For We Knew The Worst Too Young.

A Thin Grey Fog Hung Over The City, And The Streets Were Very Cold; For Summer Was In England.

Till The Master Of All Good Workmen Shall Set Us To Work Anew.

All Good People Agree, And All Good People Say, All Nice People, Like Us, Are We And Every One Else Is They: But If You Cross Over The Sea, Instead Of Over The Way, You May End By (think Of It!) Looking On We As Only A Sort Of They!

When Your Daemon Is In Charge, Do Not Try To Think Consciously. Drift, Wait, And Obey.