From the Poets
A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling
sail And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While like the eagle free Away the good ship flies, and
leaves Old England on the lee.
O for a soft and gentle wind! I heard a fair one cry; But give to me the snoring
breeze And white waves heaving high; And white waves heaving high, my lads, The good ship tight and free— The world of waters is our home, And merry men are we.
There’s tempest in yon homed
moon, And lightning in yon cloud; But hark the music, mariners! The wind is piping loud; The wind is piping loud, my boys, The lightning flashes free— While the hollow oak our palace is, Our heritage the sea. • •-'A, .Cunningham.
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Southland Times, Issue 22999, 19 September 1936, Page 22 (Supplement)
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146From the Poets Southland Times, Issue 22999, 19 September 1936, Page 22 (Supplement)
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