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20 From tho haven of the sheltered bay My ships sailed out in proud array; ’Twas the morn of a golden summer day
 * And the wind blew fair and free.

The air was clear, and the sky was bright, And the blue waves laughed in the glad sunlight And, Oh! But it was a goodly sight
 * As my ships sailed out to sea.

I was proud of my ships, a gallant fleet, With their graceful hulls, so trim and neat, Sturdy and staunch and all complete
 * From their spars to the smallest rope.

One was a ship of stately mien Whose white sails shone with a silver sheen, A goodlier ship was never seen,
 * And I called her “The Golden Hope.”

And laden was she with a cargo rare, With beautiful dreams and fancies fair, A post’s song and a true heart’s prayer,
 * And many a smile and tear.

Dreams of wealth, and dreams of fame, Hopes of winning an honored name And all the pride of a lofty aim,
 * And many a hope and fear.