Poems (Terry, 1861)/The lost anchor

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THE LOST ANCHOR.
There lies a rusted anchor Deep in the white sea-sand;Where trails the good ship's cable That parted, strand by strand?
The north-wind roared and thundered, The leaping waves ran high;Dark on the foaming water Shut down the stormy sky.
But still the lithe mast quivered Under the flapping sail;The cordage shrieked and rattled, And yelled the furious gale.
One strain—one plunge—one struggle— The mighty strands give way—Now far from home and harbor, Away, away, away!
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Beyond the sight of shelter, Far out her stern-lights shine.Poor ship, to lose thine anchor, Poor broken hope of mine!
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