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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.


FAIR WIND.

O, who can tell, that never sailed
Among the glassy seas,
How fresh and welcome breaks the morn
That ushers in a breeze!
"Fair Wind! Fair Wind!" alow, aloft,
All hands delight to cry,
As, leaping through the parted waves,
The good ship makes reply.