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Ultra-Marine
Dame Nature once grew weary of her hues, and pined for more and yet profounder blues.She told them o'er—blue water and blue sky, and the calm beauty of a maid's blue eye;
The far horizen veiled in azure haze, and a blue devil lost in a blue maze;
The first sky tint that marks the violet's bud, and the most ancient drop of Boston blood;
The blue light burned by sailors in distress, a “cordon bleu,” and e'en a bloomer dress.
She studied these; yet ne'er a dream let fall to find the blue that should surpass them all;
And cried, still yearning to fulfil her vow:
How shall I find it? Echo answered, “Howe.”
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