Hewn from native pines
Smoothed and fashioned by the hands
Of young and old alike.
Many a young man daydreamed
About commandeering such a ship,
Many a young lady longed to be
Whisked away to a dozen better places.
One could trust the captain, then
(Those were better days),
When the man in charge loved his job
And naturally embraced his calling.
Some would go to distant lands;
Others would stay nearer.
Souls would be carried over unknown depths--
With nothing to fear but fear.
Good-bye, sweet ship,
Our journeys have been sweet;
I pray there are yet miles to go--
Albeit now in sleep.
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