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The Pilot's Home-Going
Lord Salisbury tendered his Resignation to the King on July 11, 1902.
As when the storm upon a treacherous coast
Blows fierce, and tides perplex, and night is near,
The captain bravely takes the helm to steer,
Most trusted he, because far-seeing most;
And though the shipmen from his side are lost,
While overhead one star is shining clear
He steers straight on, until the dawn appear
And seas are calm—then silent leaves his post;
Blows fierce, and tides perplex, and night is near,
The captain bravely takes the helm to steer,
Most trusted he, because far-seeing most;
And though the shipmen from his side are lost,
While overhead one star is shining clear
He steers straight on, until the dawn appear
And seas are calm—then silent leaves his post;
So now our pilot, serving Queen and King
As that fore-elder served a lesser realm,
Safe with his Empire-laden ship has come;
And careless of what praise the world may bring
But crowned by Duty, lo! he leaves the helm,
And goes storm-bent in lofty silence home.
As that fore-elder served a lesser realm,
Safe with his Empire-laden ship has come;
And careless of what praise the world may bring
But crowned by Duty, lo! he leaves the helm,
And goes storm-bent in lofty silence home.
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