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But hail-- / As the tide slackens, / As the wind beats out, / We hail this shore. / We sing to you, / Spirit between the headlands / And the further rocks.
Though oak-beams split, / Though boats and sea-men flounder, / And the strait grind sand with sand / And cut boulders to sand and drift--