<h2>THE LANDFALL</h2>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The scent of the soil is strong on the breeze,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The gulls are many and shrill,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And over the crest of the cresting seas</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Is floating a rosy hill;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And right at the base of this filmy shape,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Just clear of the weather shroud,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Say, is it ship, or is it a cape,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Or a hard spot in the cloud?</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But hark! from aloft where the seaman swings,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And points with an eager hand,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Then fore and aft the glad cry rings—</span><br/>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</SPAN></span></p>
<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Land, ho, land!</span><br/>
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