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27870	Kipling, Rudyard	The Seven Seas			.txt	text/plain	27834	2967	101	By the peace among Our peoples let men know we serve the Lord._ And we drowsed the long tides idle till Thy Trumpets tore the sea." Then stooped the Lord, and He called the good sea up to Him, The man that counts, wi' all his runs, one million mile o' sea: An' times like this, when things go smooth, my wickudness comes back. Lord, send a man like Robbie Burns to sing the Song o' Steam! "Have I followed the sea for thirty years to die in the dark at last? I--the war-drum of the White Man round the world! The good wife's sons come home again The good wife's sons come home again Ten thousand men on the pay-roll and forty freighters at sea! Ten thousand men on the pay-roll and forty freighters at sea! He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea;	./cache/27870.txt	./txt/27870.txt