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THE STOWAWAY by ROSELLE MERCIER MONTGOMERY

First Line: THERE IS NEVER A SHIP SAILS DOWN THE BAY
Last Line: BUT CARRIES MY HEART AS A STOWAWAY!
Subject(s): STOWAWAYS;
@3THERE is never a ship sails down the bay
But hidden aboard is a stowaway!@1

My office windows are wide, are wide—
They look on the bay where the great ships ride,
Where the winds of heaven blow free, blow free,
And the ships go out on the ebbing tide

@3But on every ship that sails, I know
Is a stowaway hid somewhere below!@1

I have a wife who is fair to see;
I have children at home to welcome me—
Is the heart of man never satisfied?
Oh, why should I watch the ships and the sea?

@3How know that a stowaway hides away
In the hold of each ship when she leaves the bay?@1

I have possessions to waken pride;
My house is massive—my lands are wide,
But my heart is stirred when the winds blow free,
And the ships go out on the ebbing tide.

@3And in every ship that puts to sea,
Lies a stowaway hiding stealthily!@1

There are old strange cities where I would be;
There are far green isles and they call to me
When the ships go out on the ebbing tide,
And the winds of heaven blow free, blow free!

@3And never a ship sails out of the bay
But carries my heart as a stowaway!@1



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