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Every day brings a ship,
Every ship brings a word;
Well for those who have no fear,
Looking seaward well assured
That the word the vessel brings
Is the word they wish to hear.
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By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
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And fired the shot heard round the world.
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We set to-day a votive stone;
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To die, and leave their children free,
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