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Show A Poem of the Ocean. On the !!3th of April In the year of ninty four, A Jolly band of Utah bojs Sel sail for Luglaud's shore. T'wasou theAiIzona, Our baggage tint on deck, It wiisa trlllo stormy Hut 110110 of us got wet. When evening was approaching, '"- What a dill'erelieolii '.ho eye As they grew sad and gloomy, We knew 'lip ronton why, When Sunday moriiingcninearound, Tln waves btgau to oil, Karli one began to (In-1 his loom Whlcl: proved 11 iIImiiiiI hole. Homo exclaimed 1 The aw fid so.i So huge, so blue and bietzy, What over wrong liavo weilone thee, To make us ouncnty? We longed to look 011 thy cxpiindj ho poweiful mid grand liutilout wo wish we had the chance To put a foot 011 laud. Our greatest love for thee has gone, Thcso moments seem tho hut, This Milling how nlleitiomite, droit Scott!! Oh what a task. U'jll on, 1 oil on : Thou deep blue sea While wo reel too and fro. (Oh (iodof fato whycan'st thou not There moments sad forgo?) A gentle whisper comes to mo l-'roiu ore the deep blue ocean Thatromediiy shall thy sieknens last Thy stomach in commotion. Hut there is one thing we bear in inlnil, If wo sail day mid night We'll rein-It thu pUco wove started for And win a glorloia light. I'Mwnid Soiithwii-k While on tho ocean. |