I am standing on the seashore. A ship sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean. She is an object and I stand watching her. Till at last she fades from the horizon. And someone at my side says, “She is gone!” Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all; She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her. And just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination. The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her;
And just at the moment when someone at my side says, “She is gone." There are others who are watching her coming. And other voices take up a glad shout, “There she comes.” - Luther F. Beecher