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COMMERCE.
High up the lashing northern deep,
Where glimmering watch-lights beam,
Away in beauty where the stars
In tropic brightness gleam;
Where'er the sea-bird wets her beak;
Or blows the stormy gale;
On to the water's farthest verge
Our ships majestic sail.
Where glimmering watch-lights beam,
Away in beauty where the stars
In tropic brightness gleam;
Where'er the sea-bird wets her beak;
Or blows the stormy gale;
On to the water's farthest verge
Our ships majestic sail.
They dip their keels in every stream
That swells beneath the sky;
And where old ocean's billows roll,
Their lofty penants fly:
They furl their sails in threatening clouds
That float across the main,—
To link with love earth's distant bays
In many a golden chain.
That swells beneath the sky;
And where old ocean's billows roll,
Their lofty penants fly:
They furl their sails in threatening clouds
That float across the main,—
To link with love earth's distant bays
In many a golden chain.
