He onward came, far off his coming shone.

The imperial ensign, which, full high advanced, / Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind.

A little onward lend thy guiding hand / To these dark steps, a little further on.

I hear the far-off curfew sound, / Over some wide-watered shore, / Swinging slow with sullen roar.

As far as we know we're coming back.

Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to its possessor