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Rhymes of the Firing Line, PDF eBook

Rhymes of the Firing Line PDF

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It was the Good Wind said: Mother, I come from a pathless sea Where none before had gone, save me; And there I saw with infinite dread A lonely ship; Battered and worn from a desperate trip.

Mother, aloft your flag it bore Crirnson and blue and White it shone; And high above the sea's sad roar Voices I heard that echo-cd your own. And strange men sang a song A song that breathed of liope!

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