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LINES, ON BOARD THE SHIP "ESSEX."


Cape Horn's frozen bulwark looms
 To stay our course 'mid stormy seas;
The icebergs gleam like fairy homes,
 As fair and fatal oft as these.

The Tropic zones we needs must brave.
 Where burning skies display their wrath,
And even Britain's hoped-for wave
 Presents a peril-compassed path.

In thoughts like these see the lesson lie —
 Our proven friends to cherish so,
That though we bid our last good-bye,
 Bright flowers of thought our memories strow.