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ON THE PIER AT BURNTISLAND. |
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XXI. ON THE PIER AT BURNTISLAND.
So ran my thoughts at Granton as the trainSwept curving round in view of the grey sea,
But when the lazy steamer crossed, and we
Were free of its collective stinks again,
I caught a glimpse, through cloud, coal-smoke, and rain
Upon the sloppy pier, that furnished me
The missing gloss there well was need to be
To clear the air for her, and light the main!—
The world looks bright to kings—a favoured race
Who free of toil through earth's gay gardens roam;
Looks fair to lovers; and a happy place
To children; but its brightest mornings come
To humble mother waiting the embrace
Of her bronzed sailor son returning home.
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