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 For you who hear the call— No trumpet note—no roll of drums. But quiet, sure and sweet— The selfsame voice that summoned Drake, The whisper for whose siren sake They manned the Devon fleet, More lawless than the gray gull's wail. More boundless than the sea. More subtle than the softest wind! Oh, ye shall burst the ties that bind If ye will come with me!