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The Outward Bound.
And Oh! When the glace waves foam around, And the wind blows fair and free, The health that we drank to the "Outward Bound" Will come back to their memory.
Old friends will still seem near them, In their ocean-cradled sleep, And the dreaming though will cheer them, Far away on the lonely deep.
Then till while the mid-watch passes, Fill, the toast let it circle around, From full hearts and brimming glasses, And, hurrah! for the "Outward Bound"!
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The Nautilus and the Ammonite
The Nautilus and the Ammonite, Were launched in storm and strife, Each sent to float, in its tiny boat, On the wide, wild sea of life.
And each could swim on the ocean's brim, And anon its sail could furl, And sink to sleep in the great sea deep, In a palace all of pearl.
And their's was a bliss more fain than this, That we feel in our colder time, For they were rife in a tropic life, In a brighter, happier clime.
They swam 'mid [amid] isles whose summer smiles, No wintry winds annoy; Whose groves were palm, whose air was balm, Whose life was only joy.
They roam'd [roamed] all day through creek and bay And travers'd [traversed] the ocean deep, And at night they sank on a coral bank, In its fairy bowers to sleep.
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And the monsters vast of ages past, They beheld in their ocean caves; And saw them ride in their power and pride, And sink to their billowy graves.
Thus hand in hand, from strand to strand, They sail'd [sailed] in mirth and glee. Those fairy shells, with their crystal cells, Twin creatures of the sea.
But they came at last to a sea long past And as they reach'd [reached] its shore The Almighty's breath spake out in death, And the Ammonite liv'd [lived] no more.
And the Nautilus now in its shelly prow, As o'er [over] the deep it strays, Still seems to seek in bay and creek, Its companion of other days.
And thus do we, in life's stormy sea, As we roam from shore to shore; While tempest-tost, seek the lov'd [loved] - the lost, And find them on earth no more!
[[G. F. Richardson]]