Songs of Sea and Sail

<h2>THE CLIPPER.</h2> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Her sails are strong and yellow as the sand,</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Her spars are tall and supple as the pine,</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">And, like the bounty of a generous mine,</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sun-touched, her brasses flash on every hand.</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Her sheer takes beauty from a golden band,</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Which, sweeping aft, is taught to twist and twine</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Into a scroll, and badge of quaint design</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hang on her quarters. Insolent and grand</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">She drives. Her stem rings loudly as it throws</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">The hissing sapphire into foamy waves,</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">While on her weather bends the copper glows</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">In burnished splendor. Rolling down she laves</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Her high black sides until the scupper flows,</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Then pushing out her shapely bow she braves</span><br/> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</SPAN></span></p> <span style="margin-left: 3em;">The next tall sea, and, leaping, onward goes.</span><br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />