WHAT IS DYING Bishop Brent 1862 –1929 I am standing on the sea shore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts to the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and I stand and watch her until at last she fade on the horizon. Then someone at my side says “There she has gone” Gone where? Gone from my sight - that is all. She is just as large in the mast, hull and spars as she was when she left my side…. The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me and not in her, and just at that moment when someone by my side says “She’s gone” others take up the glad shout - “There she comes.”