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Show B "N HARBOR) Illy little boat Is in n bay, it swings with gentle motion; 'And there I lie and watch all day The far-off, noisy ocean. The ships go up,- the ships go down, And never see me spying; They arc the pride and fear of town-Sails town-Sails wic and colors flying. They ore so strong, they at? so ta.b They fear no storm, no sorrow; With hrave eyes fo the un, they alt Set sail for soma to-morrow. Sometimes I long to range and roam My harbor life bewailing; But little boats must bide at home, To gayly speed the sailing. Helen Hay Whitney. |