On darkest days, rely on the heights, the shining spire to guide and inspire.
As we round tooth and horn, look yonder each morn.
Set your gaze, and in squall or nightfall, you will know to seek the blaze.
Keep it a knuckle and a farthing tall for closer and you risk it all.
For many have strayed, where wild waves have flayed,
Their ship and wares to bits and bobs, adrift under the eye from above.
