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 THE • YEAR'S • AT • THE • SPRING

Oh, the merry, manly skippers

Of the traders and the clippers,

They are sleeping East and West,

And the brave blue seas shall hold them,

And the oceans five enfold them

In the havens where they rest.

Where are now the Captains

Of the gallant days agone?

They are biding in their places,

And the Great Deep bears no traces

Of their good ships passed and gone.

They are biding in their places,

Where the light of God's own grace is,

And the Great Deep thunders on.

Yea, with never port to steer for,

And with never storm to fear for,

They are waiting wan and white,

And they hear no more the calling

Of the watches, or the falling

Of the sea rain in the night.

E. J. BRADY 50