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ship, puzzled at sea, cons for the true
 * reckoning?

Or, coming in, to avoid the bars, and follow the channel,
 * a perfect pilot needs?

Here, sailor! Here, ship! take aboard the most perfect
 * pilot.

Whom, in a little boat, putting off, and rowing, I,
 * hailing you, offer.

What place is besieged, and vainly tries to raise the
 * siege?

Lo! I send to that place a commander, swift, brave,
 * immortal.

And with him horse and foot—and parks of artillery, And artillerymen, the deadliest that ever fired gun.



think you I take my pen in hand to record? The battle-ship, perfect-model'd, majestic, that I saw
 * pass the offing to-day under full sail ?

The splendors of the past day? Or the splendor of the
 * night that envelops me?

Or the vaunted glory and growth of the great city
 * spread around me?—No;

But I record of two simple men I saw to-day, on the
 * pier, in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting
 * of dear friends,