I, TOOJune 13, 1905; for J. R. S. to read on the 'Cretic'(Written in reference to a European trip, the author not going)
Again I near historic shores,
The scenes are fraught with storied fate;
Where dawn now creeps o'er yonder deeps
A Cæsar sailed in regal state;
The rowers, panting, bent to their oars,
On crested waves the galley sped,
And with hawk-eye keen and classic mien
The Hero reared his world-crowned head.
The scenes are fraught with storied fate;
Where dawn now creeps o'er yonder deeps
A Cæsar sailed in regal state;
The rowers, panting, bent to their oars,
On crested waves the galley sped,
And with hawk-eye keen and classic mien
The Hero reared his world-crowned head.
I, too, a conqueror, sailed these seas
Long ago on a wondrous cruise;
Breasting the wave in triumph brave,
The world was before me to choose.
The wind-swept rigging sang pæans of joy,
The salt spray to greet me was flung,
Flying pennons gay on sparkling way,
I laughed for life and love were young.
Long ago on a wondrous cruise;
Breasting the wave in triumph brave,
The world was before me to choose.
The wind-swept rigging sang pæans of joy,
The salt spray to greet me was flung,
Flying pennons gay on sparkling way,
I laughed for life and love were young.
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