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The Ship Bells

The Ship Bells image
Parent Issue
Day
3
Month
May
Year
1872
Copyright
Public Domain
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Tho tall, white siripa pass on und on, And waue upon the sea ; And o'er tlic billowa' bioken breast Their bulla steal back to me. And break iu trembling, sobbing throng, Upon the iandj to dim, iwMt eong Oí' riveu melody. And siülinp o'er weef fit-lds of gold And clouds, anti BUZUnOï blue, Through slunlmg sun, and kIuuIows dun, The MÜB flip throueh ud throuth, And throhhiug bells tnat tiemble buck, Upon t iü fair efaip's imiing truck, The WAYM vitfa t:-lioca strew. And still the sliips po on nnd on, Out h'fLlf"-íí 'rf hy Kru'i As dveums lip ti the slumb'ringsense Pass lii.fuïi.lt', iiwuy. And lcave uut m. iuoiy'n grioving bells, Thut fiob and moaa lik in-an hvlis, Ever and ulwuy. And thus our lives go on nnd on, i iike shipa, onoeaaliigly ; Thro' nionuiifi'H old Hnd shadowa cold, Tliat ciieok Umi 'a Bi led sea. God prant tliat, likt1 Um BWeot hip belb, The good thut in my boing dwellB, May echo ufter me.

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Subjects
Old News
Michigan Argus