Welcome to Chris Hoctor's Collection of Quotes

The Cross is the Medicine of the World Crux est porta paradisi, In qua sancti sunt confisi, Qui vicerunt omnia. Crux ext mundi medicina, Per quam bonitas divina Facit mirabilia. (Lo, the cross is heaven’s portal, In which trust the saints immortal, Who have conquered in the fight. This world find the cross its healing, God’s own goodness till revealing By its wonder-working might.)

Eternal Father, Strong to Save Eternal Father, strong to save, Whose arm hath bound the restless wave, Who biddest the mighty ocean deep Its own appointed limits keep; Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee, For those in peril on the sea! O Christ! Whose voice the waters heard And hushed their raging at Thy Word, Who walked on the foaming deep, And calm amidst its rage didst sleep; Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee, For those in peril on the sea! Most Holy Spirit! Who didst brood Upon the chaos dark and rude, And bid its angry tumult cease, And give, for wild confusion, peace; Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee, For those in peril on the sea! O Trinity of love and power! Our family shield in danger’s hour; From rock and tempest, fire and foe, Protect us wheresoever we go; Thus evermore shall rise to Thee Glad hymns of praise from land and sea. Alternate verses: Lord, guard and guide the men who fly Through the great spaces in the sky. Be with them always in the air, In darkening storms or sunlight fair; Oh, hear us when we lift our prayer, For those in peril in the air! Aloft in solitudes of space, Uphold them with Thy saving grace. Thou Who supports with tender might The balanced birds in all their flight. Lord, if the tempered winds be near, That, having Thee, they know no fear. Mary C. D. Hamilton (1915) Eternal Father, Lord of hosts, Watch over the men who guard our coasts. Protect them from the raging seas And give them light and life and peace. Grant them from Thy great throne above The shield and shelter of Thy love. Author unknown God, Who dost still the restless foam, Protect the ones we love at home. Provide that they should always be By Thine own grace both safe and free. O Father, hear us when we pray For those we love so far away. Hugh Taylor (date unknown) O Father, King of earth and sea, We dedicate this ship to Thee. In faith we send her on her way; In faith to Thee we humbly pray: O hear from Heaven our sailor’s cry And watch and guard her from on high! Author/date unknown And when at length her course is run, Her work for home and country done, Of all the souls that in her sailed Let not one life in Thee have failed; But hear from Heaven our sailor’s cry, And grant eternal life on high! Author/date unknown

The Doxology Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heav’nly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori: mors et fugacem persequitur virum nec parcit inbellis iuventae poplitibus timidove tergo.

Laudate Dominum (Psalm 117) Laudate Dominum omnes gentes laudate eum, omnes populi Quoniam confirmata est super nos misericordia ejus, et veritas Domini manet in aeternum. Gloria Patri, et Filio et Spiritui Sancto. Secut erat in principio, et nunc, et simper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen

Because I fly Because I fly I laugh more than other men I look up and see more than they. I know how the clouds feel, What its like to have the blue in my lap. To look down on birds To feel freedom in a thing called the stick Who but I can slice between God's billow-legs And feel them laugh and crash with His step? Who else has seen the unclimbed peaks? The rainbow’s secret? The real reason birds sing? Because I fly I envy no man on earth. Amen.

I Flew When the last checklist's run and the bag drag is done, I'll reminisce on the days I once knew, I won't remember the oh-three-hundred alerts, But only that I flew!   I will not remember the crew rest in tents, Nor recall how cold Arctic winds blew, And I'll try not to remember the times I got sick, But only that I flew!   I will never forget when nature became angry, To challenge my intrepid crew, I'll always remember the fear I felt, And the pride in knowing I flew.   I'll remember the sights my mortal eyes saw, All colored in multiple hues, Those beautiful lights on cold winter lights, Seen only by those who flew.   God was extremely good to me, He let me touch his face, He saw my crew through war and peace, And blessed us with His grace.   So when I stand at St. Peter's Gate, And tell him that I'm new, I know he'll smile and welcome me, Because he knows I FLEW!

All Through the Night Sleep my child and peace attend thee, All through the night Guardian angels God will send thee, All through the night Soft the drowsy hours are creeping Hill and vale in slumber sleeping, I my loving vigil keeping All through the night. While the moon her watch is keeping All through the night While the weary world is sleeping All through the night O'er they spirit gently stealing Visions of delight revealing Breathes a pure and holy feeling All through the night. Love, to thee my thoughts are turning All through the night All for thee my heart is yearning, All through the night. Though sad fate our lives may sever Parting will not last forever, There's a hope that leaves me never, All through the night. V2: Sleep my love, and peace attend thee All through the night; Guardian angels God will lend thee, All through the night, Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and vale in slumber steeping, I my loving vigil keeping, All through the night. Angels watching ever round thee, All through the night, In thy slumbers close surround thee, All through the night, They should of all fears disarm thee, No forebodings should alarm thee, They will let no peril harm thee, All through the night. V3: Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee All through the night Guardian angels God will send thee All through the night Soft the drowsy hours are creeping Hill and dale in slumber sleeping I my loving vigil keeping All through the night While the moon her watch is keeping All through the night While the weary world is sleeping All through the night O'er thy spirit gently stealing Visions of delight revealing Breathes a pure and holy feeling All through the night Though I roam a minstrel lonely All through the night My true harp shall praise sing only All through the night Love's young dream, alas, is over Yet my strains of love shall hover Near the presence of my lover All through the night Hark, a solemn bell is ringing Clear through the night Thou, my love, art heavenward winging Home through the night Earthly dust from off thee shaken Soul immortal shalt thou awaken With thy last dim journey taken Home through the night

Too Many Rivers To Cross Many rivers to cross But I can't seem to find my way over Wandering I am lost As I travel along the white cliffs of dover Many rivers to cross And it's only my will that keeps me alive I've been licked, washed up for years And I merely survive because of my pride And this loneliness won't leave me alone It's such a drag to be on your own My woman left me and she didn't say why Well, I guess I'll have to cry Many rivers to cross But just where to begin I'm playing for time There have been times I find myself Thinking of committing some dreadful crime Yes, I've got many rivers to cross But I can't seem to find my way over Wandering, I am lost As I travel along the white cliffs of Dover Yes, I've got many rivers to cross And I merely survive because of my will...

Forgiveness, by Jennifer Cutting From the master's hand Morning sends the rain To grace a barren land As the day began Tender morning stars still Shone against the sand Wake and understand Who forgave the child Must now forgive the man Fall upon your knees and beg forgiveness Cast your bitter stones upon the ground Cross the seven seas to lend forgiveness All eternity will sing the sound So the water flows, Soft as mercy falls to smoothe the rocks below. But the heart of stone Blazons mercy's name In blood, and blood alone. Fall upon your knees and beg forgiveness Cast your bitter stones upon the ground Cross the seven seas to lend forgiveness All eternity will sing the sound Now the hour to say Kinder words we owed And lost along the way The closing of the day When the hands of time Shall mold a shallow grave Fall upon your knees and beg forgiveness Cast your bitter stones upon the ground Cross the seven seas to lend forgiveness All eternity will sing... ...Will sing the sound

Let all things now living by Katherine K. Davis Let all things now living a song of thanks-giving To God the Creator triumphantly raise. Who fashioned and made us, protected and stayed us, Who guideth us on to the end of our days. His banners are o'er us, His light goes before us, A pillar of fire shining forth in the night, Till shadows have vanished and darkness is banished, As forward we travel from light in-to light. His law He en-forces; the stars in their courses, The sun in his orbit, obediently shine; The hills and the mountains, the rivers and fountains, The deeps of the ocean pro-claim Him divine. We too, should be voicing our love and rejoicing, With glad adoration a song let us raise, Till all things now living unite in thanks-giving To God in the highest, hosanna and praise!

Aloft in solitudes of space, Uphold them with Thy saving grace. Thou Who supports with tender might The balanced birds in all their flight. Lord, if the tempered winds be near, That, having Thee, they know no fear.

Mache dich, mein Herze, rein, Ich will Jesum selbst begraben. Denn er soll nunmehr in mir Für und für Seine süße Ruhe haben. Welt, geh aus, laß Jesum ein!

My Hawaiian Dove Shine Honolulu moon Shine on me Help me to forget her Help me to be free But please, Honolulu moon Don’t let me know If she’s with another On the bay at Kaneo My Hawaiian Dove Please come back to me My Hawaiian Dove Return, set me free I Kuhio a Cadillac cow On the big cat Waikiki Come back my dove Return my love to me

…and when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail, or to watch it, we are going back from whence we came.

…those of us who regard the ocean as a friend, bound by an ocean, should be meeting today, in Newport, to begin this great sea competition.

There's a Long, Long Trail A-Winding Nights are growing very lonely, days are very long; I'm a-growing weary only list'ning for your song. Old remembrances are thronging thro' my memory. Till it seems the world is full of dreams just to call you back to me. Chorus: There's a long, long trail a-winding into the land of my dreams, where the nightingales are singing and a white moon beams: There's a long, long night of waiting until my dreams all come true; till the day when I’ll be going down that long, long trail with you. All night long I hear you calling, calling sweet and low; seem to hear your footsteps falling, ev'ry where I go. Tho' the road between us stretches many a weary mile. I forget that you're not with me yet, when I think I see you smile. Chorus: There's a long, long trail a-winding into the land of my dreams, where the nightingales are singing and a white moon beams: There's a long, long night of waiting until my dreams all come true; till the day when I’ll be going down that long, long trail with you.

For God and the soldier we adore, In time of danger, not before! The danger passed, and all things righted, God is forgotten and the soldier slighted.

My teardrops fall-in silence I weep My burden too heavy with secrets I keep Lost in my problems I walk alone Looking for someone to guide me toward home The load I carry becomes too much to bear In sadness I search for someone who'll care Over pain and sorrow I trip and can't go on I lay in the darkness of loneliness...waiting for my dawn

He Whom a Dream Hath Possessed HE WHOM a dream hath possessed knoweth no more of doubting, For mist and the blowing of winds and the mouthing of words he scorns; Not the sinuous speech of schools he hears, but a knightly shouting, And never comes darkness down, yet he greeteth a million morns. He whom a dream hath possessed knoweth no more of roaming; All roads and the flowing of waves and the speediest flight he knows, But wherever his feet are set, his soul is forever homing, And going he comes, and coming he heareth a call and goes. He whom a dream hath possessed knoweth no more of sorrow, At death and the dropping of leaves and the fading of suns he smiles, For a dream remembers no past and scorns the desire of a morrow, And a dream in a sea of doom sets surely the ultimate isles. He whom a dream hath possessed treads the impalpable marches, From the dust of the day’s long road he leaps to a laughing star, And the ruin of worlds that fall he views from eternal arches, And rides God’s battlefield in a flashing and golden car.

Love is the energy of a steadfast will bent on creating fellowship

Full Fathom Five Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong. Hark! now I hear them,--ding-dong, bell.

Sonnet 29: When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least: Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee,--and then my state (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings'.

O Mistress mine where are you roaming? O Mistress mine where are you roaming? O stay and hear, your true love's coming,       That can sing both high and low. Trip no further pretty sweeting. Journeys end in lovers' meeting,       Every wise man's son doth know. What is love, 'tis not hereafter, Present mirth, hath present laughter:       What's to come, is still unsure. In delay there lies no plenty, Then come kiss me sweet and twenty:       Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Sleep The evening hangs beneath the moon A silver thread on darkened dune With closing eyes and resting head I know that sleep is coming soon Upon my pillow, safe in bed A thousand pictures fill my head I cannot sleep my minds a flight And yet my limbs seem made of lead If there are noises in the night A frighting shadow, flickering light Then I surrender unto sleep Where clouds of dreams give second sight What dreams may come both dark and deep Of flying wings and soaring leap As I surrender unto sleep As I surrender unto sleep

When I am laid in earth Thy hand, belinda, darkness shades me. On thy bosom let me rest. More I would, but death invades me. Death is now a welcome guest. When I am laid in earth, may my wrongs create No trouble in thy breast. Remember me, but ah! forget my fate.

God, Who dost still the restless foam, Protect the ones we love at home. Provide that they should always be By Thine own grace both safe and free. O Father, hear us when we pray For those we love so far away.

Chapter Eight A Parable of Immortality I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, “There she goes! " Gone where? Gone from my sight . . . that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, “There she goes!" there are other eyes watching her coming . . . and other voices ready to take up the glad shout . . . "Here she comes!”

Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the Gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the mornings hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.