Article: The Sea.(Poem)

 
The Sea 
 
   Seafarers I assign 
   To the ranks of those most 
   Beaten down--neither a 
   Godly fate nor mortal 
   Man ever will assign 
   To them what they deserve 
   Of wealth. Always gambling 
   Their far-flung trade at long 
   Odds, they journey many 
   Times ruined for profit 
   They may preserve or they 
   May lose. I marvel at 
   Them, I praise these who go 
   Out again always to 
   Earn a cold small living 
   With their hard-beaten hands. 
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   Sailors hauled up the ship's anchor 
   - 
   (Yet to a mother, children 
   Are the anchors of her life) 
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   Gusting hard, the wind came up 
   The Ionian sea-lanes 
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   And the sea-pilots 
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