Show A splendid poem joaquin miller the poet of the Si eiras has gone back to dust he did many a foolish thing in ill his life he be did brome fome truly great things and about the greatest of all was his roem r oem columbus Cu lumbus it follows COLUMBUS behind him bini lay iny the grav azores behind the gates of hercules before him not the ghost of shores before him only seas the good mate said now must we pray for in I 1 the very stars are gone brave admal sie ik what shall I 1 say why sa say sail on sail on oil and on V imy my men grow mutinous day by day dav my allmen men grow gro v ghostly ghastly wan and weak eak the stout mate thought of home a spray of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek what shall I 1 say arave admal Adm rl say if we sight naught but seas a at dawn why you shall say at break of day sail on sail on 1 sail on and on P they sailed and sailed as winds might blow until at last the blanched mate why now not even god would know should I 1 and all my men fall dead dea these very winds forget their way for god from these dredd dread sea is gone now speak brave Ad admal Adm mr rl speak and I 1 say he said sail sai I 1 on sail on sand and on they sailed they sailed saied then the mate this mad sea shows his teeth tonight he curls his lip he lies in wait he lifts his teeth as if to bite brave but one good word what shall we do when hope is gone the words ept like a leaping sail oneail on sail on and on oil then pale and paced his deck and peered through darkness dark nebs ah that night of all dark nights night arild an d then a speck apeck A light A light at last a light it grew a starlit flog flag unfurled it grew to be times burst of dawn lie he gained a world he gave that world its grandest lesson on oil sail on |