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THE LOST ANCHOR.
There lies a rusted anchor
Deep in the white sea-sand;
Where trails the good ship's cable
That parted, strand by strand?

The north-wind roared and thundered,
The leaping waves ran high;
Dark on the foaming water
Shut down the stormy sky.

But still the lithe mast quivered
Under the flapping sail;
The cordage shrieked and rattled,
And yelled the furious gale.

One strain—one plunge—one struggle—
The mighty strands give way—
Now far from home and harbor,
Away, away, away!