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SONGS FROM THE SOUTHERN SEAS.
Side by side as it was always, each one with a word of cheer
For the other, and for his sake bravely choking back the tear.
Side by side, their pain or pastime never yet seemed good for one;
But whenever pain came, each in secret wished the other gone.
You who stop at home and saunter o'er your flower-scattered path,
With life's corners velvet-cushioned, have you seen a tyrant's wrath?—
Wrath, the rude and reckless demon, not the drawing-room display
Of an anger led by social lightning-rods upon its way.
Ah! my friends, wrath's raw materials on the land may sometimes be.
But the manufactured article is only found at sea.
And the wrath of old-man Sculpin was of texture Number One:
