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Friday, July 31, 2015

Poem

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There is naught but honour a man can save
When the little ship founders beneath the wave;
Embrace the waters that slay whom they lave,
Or defy their strength lest you die their slave;
Though the end's still death with never a grave,
And only God sees the coward, the brave -
At his throne we have still our honour to save.

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