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20 But lo! when it came the ninth of May,

All of a sudden becalmed she lay

One degree from that fatal spot,

Without the power to move a knot;

And of course the moment she lost her way,

Gone was her chance to save that day.

To cut a lengthening story short,

She never saved it. Made the sport

Of evil spirits, and baffling wind,

She was always before or just behind,

One day too soon or one day too late,

And the sun, meanwhile, would never wait.

She had two Eighths, as she idly lay,

Two Tenths, but never a Ninth of May.

And there she rides through two hundred years

Of dreary penance and anxious fears:

Yet through the grace of the saint she served,

Captain and crew are still preserved.

By a computation that still holds good,

Made by the Holy Brotherhood,

The San Gregorio will cross that line,