From the Harrisburg Telegraph, November 3, 1914. By Berton Braley.
When a ship puts out to sea
Swinging slowly from the quay,
Somehow warm enchantment gleams
From each mast and stack and spar
As she takes the trail o’ dreams
Where all brave adventures are.
Life seems big and blithe and free
When a ship puts out to sea.
Slaves of time and circumstance,
Humdrum folk and dull are we,
Yet we sense the old romance
When a ship puts out to sea,
And we watch her flag unfurled
To the wind that sweeps the world,
Watch her dim and fade and then
Sighing, turn to toil again.
Yet, although we may not be
With her on the deeps that call,
We can feel the mystery
And the glamour of it all—
When a ship puts out to sea.
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