A Century of Emblems

Let Time shake out my dribbling sand; Who would not die to see The eternal treasures of a land Whose glories shine above a strand With waifs and strays like thee!

"Ah!" cries the boy, "was never seen A fish like that which broke my rod, Such weight, such breadth of scaly sheen, A sucking whale he might have been, A grampus or Newfoundland...

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