Poems of Power by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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page 97 of 109 (88%)
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Ah, well! the harbour could not hold
So many sails as there would be If all my ships came in from sea. If half my ships came home from sea, And brought their precious freight to me, Ah, well! I should have wealth as great As any king who sits in state - So rich the treasures that would be In half my ships now out at sea. If just one ship I have at sea Should come a-sailing home to me, Ah, well! the storm-clouds then might frown For if the others all went down, Still rich and proud and glad I'd be If that one ship came back to me. If that one ship went down at sea, And all the others came to me, Weighed down with gems and wealth untold, With glory, honours, riches, gold, The poorest soul on earth I'd be If that one ship came not to me. O skies, be calm! O winds, blow free - Blow all my ships safe home to me! But if thou sendest some a-wrack, To never more come sailing back, Send any--all that skim the sea, |
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