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III. A NAMELESS GRAVE AT MARSKE.
“His father lies at Marske without a name,”So runs the doggerel; but the hero son
Name to the world—for that old father won
Memorial, and an honourable fame.
Nor shalt thou be forgotten, honest dame;
When sheep were folded and the work was done,
Thou bad'st the boy spell letters one by one,
And by that gift a thirst of travel came,
With power to quench it. High on Easby Hill,
The shepherd-sailor's deed of worth is told,
And Yorkshire honours her Columbus brave;
But, long as Cleveland breeds sea-captains bold,
Shall Martin's school-dame be remembered still,
And love seek out the nameless father's grave.
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