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THE OLD MAIL COACH TO BELTON

The Forest-Ranger's Courtship

The old mail coach to Belton
Seemed to sweep the purple seas:
The old mail coach to Belton,
In the drizzle and the fog.
The old mail coach to Belton
Went through an old burnt forest,
Past blackened mast and log;
But our hearts were gay with the conquest
Of the world and all the seas.
Our hobnailed shoes were water-soaked,
We were mud up to the knees;
But with the ancient silken sails,
We swept purple seas,
For our hearts were tides within us,
Greater than all the seas.