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Dedication. TO H. T. P.
Two children, sporting by their land-locked sea,Launch their small craft to tempt the changeful deep;
He carves the prow, and trims the sails, and she
Looks on, half trembling, lest the gales that sweep
Too roughly whelm the priceless argosy.
So we, adventuring on the waves our freight,
The harvest reaped through years of many days,
Send forth our ship, unknowing of her fate,
Rough East of blame, or soft South-West of praise,
Warm sun of love, or freezing storm of hate:
So look we on, through all the shifting skies,
Cast forth the seed to every wave and wind,
The dim, grey distance watch with hope-lit eyes,
All trustful on the far-off Shore to find.
October 29, 1864.
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