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CRUISING
I sit upon the vessel's prow
As o'er the wave she lightly speeds,
Like great white wings her sails she spreads
And seems to rival Neptune's steeds.

She cleaves the water with her bow,
Caressingly it foams and surges,
And upward flings a wreath of spray,
Which glistens ere with wave it merges.

The white gulls circling far above
Are scarcely freer than are we,
With all the world from which to choose
To penetrate its mystery.

O'er trackless fields of azure depths,
Explorers bold in sooth we are;
No printed footstep here is found,
Reminder of the strife afar,

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