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 XXXVII

ET me get back to the guns again, I hear them calling me,

And all I ask is my own ship, and the surge of the open sea,

In the long, dark nights, when the stars are out, and the clean salt breezes blow,

And the land's foul ways are half forgot, like nightmare, and I know

That the world is good, and life worth while, and man's real work to do,

In the final test, in Nature's school, to see which of us rings true.

On shore, in peace, men cheat and lie—but you can't do that at sea,

For the sea is strong; if your work is weak, vain is the weakling's plea

Of a "first offence" or "I'm only young," or "It shall not happen again,"

For the sea finds out your weakness, and writes its lesson plain.

"The liar, the slave, the slum-bred cur—let them stay ashore, say I, 94