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44 Cape Horn's frozen bulwark looms To stay our course 'mid stormy seas; The icebergs gleam like fairy homes, As fair and fatal oft as these.

The Tropic zones we needs must brave. Where burning skies display their wrath, And even Britain's hoped-for wave Presents a peril-compassed path.

In thoughts like these see the lesson lie — Our proven friends to cherish so, That though we bid our last good-bye, Bright flowers of thought our memories strow.