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I see it as it looked one afternoon In August,-by a fresh soft breeze o'erblown
The swiftness of the tide, the light thereon,
A far-off sail, white as a crescent moon
The shining waters with pale currents strewn,

Here, where we stood together, we three men,
Before the war had swept us to the East Three thousand miles away,
I stand again And hear the bells, and breathe, and go to feast
We trod the same path, to the selfsame place,

ND there the island lay, the waves
Had never known a storm; for the north
Was charm'd from coming, and the only
That blew brought sunshine on their azure wings,

Said Willie to Tom "Let us hie
To the wonderful Island of Endless Play
It lies off the border of 'No School Land'And abounds with pleasures,
I understand

No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.