Cape Cod Ballads, and Other Verse by Joseph Crosby Lincoln
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_To some the gain, to some the loss_, _To each his chance, the game with Fate_: _For men must die that men may live_-- _Dear Lord, be kind to those who wait_. * * * * * THE SONG OF THE SEA Oh, the song of the Sea-- The wonderful song of the Sea! Like the far-off hum of a throbbing drum It steals through the night to me: And my fancy wanders free To a little seaport town, And a spot I knew, where the roses grew By a cottage small and brown; And a child strayed up and down O'er hillock and beach and lea, And crept at dark to his bed, to hark To the wonderful song of the Sea. Oh, the song of the Sea-- The mystical song of the Sea! What strains of joy to a dreaming boy That music was wont to be! And the night-wind through the tree Was a perfumed breath that told Of the spicy gales that filled the sails |
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