STRENGTHS (1875).
The whale-ship from her last wild ground, Was in the Cape Horn blue profound, And full and happy, homeward bound.
Her wooden hull, compact and small, Surged on with steady rise and fall: While past her rushed the clippers tall.
Strained canvas in the rage and gust; Low hulls of iron in foaming thrust; Cascading decks, with slime and rust. Strong winds had raged there through the ages; Strong iron was dragged to mills and
gauges; Strong captains came to earn their wages.
The chain-wide canvas strong and high, In fierce great bulges trying to fly, They treasured with a pensive eye: Too strong in mind to break repose, Maintained in warring strains and throes; The ragi’- progress that they chose. —B.H.F.
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Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XIX, Issue 282, 13 November 1929, Page 10
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124STRENGTHS (1875). Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XIX, Issue 282, 13 November 1929, Page 10
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