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Thomas Kibble Hervey

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Gayly we glide in the gaze of the world
With streamers afloat and with canvas unfurled,
All gladness and glory to wandering eyes,
Yet chartered by sorrow and freighted with sighs.
The convict Ship.

Thomas Kibble Hervey

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