 Welcome back to Rhythm's Riddle. Tom's Gauntlet with you, your host and guitarist, artist. Sharing with you the Celtic Twilight by W. B. Yates. These are a collection of stories that he compiled from among Irish peasants and folk. This one is called The Religion of a Sailor. A sea captain, when he stands upon the bridge or looks out from his deckhouse, thinks much about God and about the world. Away in the valley yonder among the corn and the poppies, men may well forget all things except the warmth of the sun upon the face and the kind shadow under the hedge. But he, who journeys through storm and darkness, must needs think and think. One July, a couple of years ago, I took my supper with a Captain Moran on board the SS Margaret that had put into a western river from I know not where. I found him a man of many notions, all flavoured with his personality, as is the way with the sailors. He talked in his queer sea manner of God and the world, and up through all his words broke the hard energy of his calling. Sure, said he, did you ever hear tell of the sea captain's prayer? No, said I, what is it? It is, he replied, oh Lord, give me a stiff upper lip. Oh, what does that mean? It means, he said, that when they come to me some night and wake me up and say Captain, we're going down, that I won't make a fool of myself. Why, sir, we were in mid-Atlantic and I standing on the bridge when the third mate comes up to me looking mortal bad. Says he, Captain, all's up with us, says I. Didn't you know when you joined that a certain percentage go down every year? Yes, sir, says he and says I. Aren't you paid to go down? Yes, sir, says he and says I. Then go down like a man and be damned to you.