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Where leap the long Atlantic swells In foam-streaked stretch of hill and dale, Where shrill the north-wind demon yells, And flings the spindrift down the gale; Where, beaten 'gainst the bending mast, The frozen raindrop clings and cleaves, With steadfast front for calm or blast His battered schooner rocks and heaves.
_To same the gain, to some the loss, To each the chance, the risk, the fight: For men must die that men may live -- Lord, may we steer our course aright._.