VAGRANT VERSE
TO THE SAILING SHIP. (Written for the Southland Timee.) I wonder as the years go by, Where all the splendid shii» now lie, That sailed the seven eew. “Brave ships, white sails, and tapennj spars, Oh; captains bold and gallant,, tara Where do you rest at ease?” I cannot think your work is done, Your beauteous lines and fashions gone. Before the inarch of steam. “Trading ships, whaling ships, ail sail, Gleaming white, from main truck to rail. Are you a passing dream?" Though you rest your hulls on hidden shoal, Dismantled, lie a hulk for coal Shorn of ycur power and grace, The sailor men you taught and trained— In your hard school their knowledge gained— They give you pride of place. —R. Wartella. Bluff, June 21, 1924.
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Southland Times, Issue 19278, 24 June 1924, Page 4
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131VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 19278, 24 June 1924, Page 4
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