. St. Nicholas [serial] . egoing to win. Why,— dont you see ? — theother fellers did nt have any mascot! SONG OF A ROWBOAT. By Eric Parker. Far out and away the sea is gray And the crested roller whitens,And the slow gull lazily beats upwind, Where the dancing water brightens. But under the wee boats wet brown sternThere are clear cool emerald hollows; There s a rippling patch of deep, deep green,And a bubbling foam that follows. Oh, its clear, clear blue, and deep, deep green,And it s cream the oars are churning, And a brimming, kissing wave that swirlsAnd hisses when we re turning. And the g
. St. Nicholas [serial] . egoing to win. Why,— dont you see ? — theother fellers did nt have any mascot! SONG OF A ROWBOAT. By Eric Parker. Far out and away the sea is gray And the crested roller whitens,And the slow gull lazily beats upwind, Where the dancing water brightens. But under the wee boats wet brown sternThere are clear cool emerald hollows; There s a rippling patch of deep, deep green,And a bubbling foam that follows. Oh, its clear, clear blue, and deep, deep green,And it s cream the oars are churning, And a brimming, kissing wave that swirlsAnd hisses when we re turning. And the great white liner passes by,Nose down into plunging water; But we swing here in our tiny boat,Alone with the man that brought her. His coat is frayed and his jersey s torn,And his beard, in a wind that s gusty, Blows loose and wild; but his eyes are kind,And his face is brown and trusty. He will row us back three miles or more,With the tide beneath us flowing, High in the sky a summer sun,And a big northwester By Tudor Jenks. The sentry stood before the throne,So pompous, grim, and tall. A little lad came strolling in,So quiet, trim, and small. Come, come! Be off! the sentry said; You cant stay here, you am the Kings new off and dont be slow! The little lad stood all amazed,As if he had not heard; The little lad stood still and gazedTo hear the sentrys word. Be off, you dolt! the sentry cried, And see you make no King or Prince may soon be here —They dont like little boys! Oh, but you re wrong! the child replied; The King, I know, loves me!While I like little boys myself—And / m the Prince, you see.
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