In vain we call old notions fudge,
  And bend our conscience to our dealing;
The Ten Commandments will not budge,
  And stealing will continue stealing.

We were ordered to Samoa from the coast of Panama,
  And for two long months we sailed the unequal sea,
Till we made the horseshoe harbor with its curving coral bar,
  Smelt the good green smell of grass and shrub and tree.
We had barely room for swinging with the...