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 HREE days and nights the boat stood out, And battled for its life ; " We'll win through yet," the captain said, And buckled to the strife. We cheered him then, a feeble cheer, There was no breath to spare ; For one hand held a fainting hope, And one a strong despair. The sun went down behind the hills, The mighty hills of foam ; And as the green the crimson caught, We thought of hills at home.