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ONCE A WEEK.
[July 4, 1863.
VI.
And he sang of the green surge under the cliffs,
And the white wave spitting foam
O’er the jagged snout of the “shark-tooth” reef,
Not a mile from his Cornish home.
Then every Viking cried, “To sea!”
Hearing that song of pride and glee.
VII.
“Sing us a battle-song!” they said.
And he blew them a trumpet blast,
Like the shrill night shriek from a burning town,
That makes the wolf aghast.
Then they cried, “To sea!” and the galleys sprang
To the waves’ embrace, as
the captive sang.
Walter Thornbury.
