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116 And noble ships strain mast and sail As outward-bound they fly, The mighty torrent under keel, Great cloud-banks in the sky.

And restless ever, free as air, She races in her play; God help the fisherman who goes Upon her breast today. For home, and child, and waiting wife, Small recks the mighty river, Nor death nor life shall stay her course, She crashes on forever. John R. Rathom.

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