My first is valued more than gold,
Because ’tis seldom found;
Many there be, that name do hold,
With whom ’tis nought but sound.
My second sails the skimming flood,
And makes a sight full fair;
Its fabric is of carven wood,
And its motion springs from air.
My whole, mid life’s distressing cares,
Is company, sweet and kind;
Happy who call this blessing theirs –
But few that solace find.