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And still they calmly jog along

By Bay and Cape, an endless throng,

As endless as some dog-watch song. Morley Roberts

HE City of God is late become a seaport town

For the clean and bronzed sailors walking up and down

And the bearded Commanders, the Captains so brave,

Bringing there the taste of the sea from the salt sea wave.

There are boys in the City's streets make holiday

And all around are playing-fields and the boys at play;

They dive in clear waters, climb many a high tree,

They look out as they used to do for a ship at sea.