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Pine,
Rose and Fleur de Lis
by
Susie Frances Harrison
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EN
AVANT!
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We must
be off my mutineer,
The limpid
wave to splash and skim,
To-day you are requir’d to steer.
The wind is fair, nor yet doth veer,
’Tis
five—by all the cherubim!
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be off, my mutineer.
No more, O lazy sonneteer,
Of verses
wrought in idle whim,
To-day you are requir’d to steer.
The sun is high and chanticleer
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On
land doth raise his morning hymn,
We must be off, my mutineer!
Now for a day without compeer,
The
long, long row, the cooling swim.
To-day you are requir’d to steer
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Silent as fish and swift as deer
Among
these isles. Sit down and trim!
We must be off, my mutineer;
To-day you are requir’d to steer.
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