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eagle hearts of all the North Have left their stormy strand; The warriors of the world are forth To choose another land! Again, their long keels sheer the wave, Their broad sheets court the breeze; Again, the reckless and the brave, Ride lords of weltering seas. Nor swifter from the well-bent bow Can feathered shaft be sped, Than o'er the ocean's flood of snow Their snoring galleys tread. Then lift the can to bearded lip, And smite each sounding shield,