IlovetorecallthegladmonotonyofaPacificvoyage，whenthetradesarenotstinted，andtheship，dayafterday，goesfree。
Themountainsceneryoftrade-windclouds，watchedandinmycasepaintedundereveryvicissitudeoflight——blottingstars，witheringinthemoon’sglory，barringthescarleteve，lyingacrossthedawncollapsedintotheunfeaturedmorningbank，oratnoonraisingtheirsnowysummitsbetweentheblueroofofheavenandthebluefloorofsea；thesmall，busy，anddeliberateworldoftheschooner，withitsunfamiliarscenes，thespearingofdolphinfromthebowspritend，theholywaronsharks，thecookmakingbreadonthemainhatch；reefingdownbeforeaviolentsquall，withthemenhangingoutonthefoot-ropes；thesquallitself，thecatchattheheart，theopenedsluicesofthesky；andtherelief，therenewedlovelinessoflife，whenallisover，thesunforthagain，andourout-foughtenemyonlyablotupontheleewardsea。Ilovetorecall，andwouldthatIcouldreproducethatlife，theunforgettable，theunrememberable。Thememory，whichshowssowiseabackwardnessinregisteringpain，isbesidesanimperfectrecorderofextendedpleasures；
andalong-continuedwell-beingescapesasitwere，byitsmassourpettymethodsofcommemoration。Onapartofourlife’smapthereliesaroseate，undecipherablehaze，andthatisall。
Ofonething，ifIamatalltotrustmyownannals，Iwasdelightedlyconscious。Dayafterday，inthesun-gildedcabin，thewhiskey-dealer’sthermometerstoodat84。Dayafterday，theairhadthesameindescribablelivelinessandsweetness，softandnimble，andcoolasthecheekofhealth。Dayafterdaythesunflamed；nightafternightthemoonbeaconed，orthestarsparadedtheirlustrousregiment。Iwasawareofaspiritualchange，or，perhaps，ratheramolecularreconstitution。
Mybonesweresweetertome。Ihadcomehometomyownclimate，andlookedbackwithpityonthosedampandwintryzones，miscalledthetemperate。