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Down here where the ships loom large in / The gloom when the sea-storms veer, / Down here on the south-west margin / Of the western hemisphere, / Where the might of a world-wide ocean / Round the youngest land rolls free -- / Storm-bound from the world's commotion, / Lie the Ports of the Open Sea.
By the bluff where the grey sand reaches / To the kerb of the spray-swept street, / By the sweep of the black sand beaches / From the main-road travellers' feet, / By the heights like a work Titanic, / Begun ere the gods' work ceased, / By a bluff-lined coast volcanic / Lie the Ports of the wild South-east.