Poem November 15, 1900 Issue

My Ships

M. R. Murray

AH, years ago!—no matter where,
Beneath what roof or sky,
I dreamed of days, perhaps remote,
Where ships of mine that were afloat,
Should in the harbor lie;
And all the costly freights they bore
Enrich me both in mind and store.

What dreams they were of argosies
Laden in many a clime;
So stoutly built, so bravely manned,
No fear but they would come to land
At their appointed time;
And I should see them one by one,
Close furl their sails in summer's sun.

And then, while men in wonder stood,
My ships I would unlade;
My treasures vast they should behold,
And to my learning or my gold
What honors would be paid!
And though the years might come and go,
I could but wiser, richer grow.

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