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Pine,
Rose and Fleur de Lis
by
Susie Frances Harrison
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AFLOAT
AT LAST
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Afloat—we
cry—afloat at last!
Still the city we descry!
While our city hearts beat fast!
Tower and steeple, wharf and mast,
Black they look but quick they fly,
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| Afloat—we
cry—afloat at last!
Blowing up, a freshening blast
Ruffles all the lake and sky,
While our city hearts beat fast,
And with one look backward cast,
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All our oars we trembling try,
Afloat—we cry—afloat at last!
Joy! The city’s nearly passed,
Smoke, and dust and din, good-bye!
While our city hearts beat fast.
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Pull, my friend! Ahoy! Avast!
Speech with service should comply,
Afloat—we cry—afloat at last,
While our city hearts beat fast! |
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