Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State!
Sail on, O UNION, strong and great!
Humanity with all its fears,
With all the hopes of future years,
Is hanging breathless on thy fate!
We know what Master laid thy keel,
What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel,...
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All day long roved Hiawatha |
A mist was driving down the British Channel, It glanced on flowing flag and rippling pennon, |
Often i think of the beautiful town |
Between the dark and the daylight, I hear in the chamber above me |
At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay, Then far away to the south uprose... |
O curfew of the setting sun! O Bells of Lynn! From the dark belfries of yon cloud-cathedral wafted, Borne on the evening wind across the crimson twilight, |
An old man in a lodge within a park; |
I pace the sounding sea-beach and behold |
As a fond mother, when the day is o’er, |