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TO A SHIP'S MAST by ROSELLE MERCIER MONTGOMERY

First Line: YOU DID NOT DREAM OF SHIPS, O MOUNTAIN PINE
Last Line: SO MUCH WE MORTALS KNOW OF DESTINY!
Subject(s): FATE; SHIPS & SHIPPING; DESTINY;
YOU did not dream of ships, O mountain pine!
No small wind whispered
To you of a sail;
Or gossiped to you
Of a great sea gale;
Or brought to you the biting tang of brine.

No tale was wafted to you of far lands;
Of crowded waterways
Where Commerce plies;
Of burning islands
Under blazing skies,
Where golden sunlight lies on golden sands.

Ah, no! No rumor reached you of the sea!
You knew not,
As against the sky you grew,
Of that for which the Fates
Were fitting you.
So much we mortals know of Destiny!



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