| WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record? |
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The battle-ship, perfect-model'd, majestic, that I saw pass the
offing to-day under full sail? |
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The splendors of the past day? or the splendor of the night that
envelops me? |
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Or the vaunted glory and growth of the great city spread around
me?—no; |
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But merely of two simple men I saw to-day on the pier in the
midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, |
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The one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately
kiss'd him, |
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While the one to depart tightly prest the one to remain in his
arms. |