  I. Sank a palace in the sea, When my ship went down; Friends whose hearts were gold to me— Gifts that ne'er again can be— 'Neath the waters brown. There you lie, O Ship, to-day, In the sand-bar stiff and gray! You who proudly sailed away From the splendid town. II. Now the ocean's bitter cup Meets your trembling lip; Now on deathly woes you sup; And your humbled pride looks up From Disaster's grip. Ruin's nets around you weave; But I have no time to grieve; I will promptly, I believe, Build another ship. |
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