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COMMERCE.
High up the lashing northern deep, Where glimmering watch-lights beam,Away in beauty where the stars In tropic brightness gleam;Where'er the sea-bird wets her beak; Or blows the stormy gale;On to the water's farthest verge Our ships majestic sail.
They dip their keels in every stream That swells beneath the sky;And where old ocean's billows roll, Their lofty penants fly:They furl their sails in threatening clouds That float across the main,—To link with love earth's distant bays In many a golden chain.
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