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12 White as the glancing sea-bird's wing Their swelling sails expand, Beside the bright Egean isles, Or green Formosa's strand, Or where the sparse Norwegian pine A sudden summer shares, Or Terra del Fuego's torch Amid the tempest glares.

Unmoved, their trackless course they hold Though vengeful Boreas roars, And make their port on stranger coasts Or undiscovered shores, Rude people of a foreign speech, Have learned their cheering cry, "Land-ho! Aloft!" and "Bear-a-hand!" With the ready tar's reply.

From zone to zone,—from pole to pole, Where'er in swift career The venturous keel a path explores, Our Yankee sailors steer.