<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</SPAN></span></p>
<h3>XI</h3>
<h3><i>In Harbor</i></h3>
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<span class="i0">My little boat is in a bay,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">It swings with gentle motion,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And there I lie and watch all day<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The far-off, noisy ocean.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">The ships go up, the ships go down,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And never see me spying.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">They are the pride and fear of town—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Sails wide and colors flying.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">They are so strong, they are so tall,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">They fear no storm, no sorrow;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">With brave eyes to the sun, they all<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Set sail for some to-morrow.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Sometimes I long to range and roam,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">My harbor life bewailing,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">But little boats must bide at home,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">To gayly speed the sailing.<br/></span></div>
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