Lincoln Ross Colcord (Линкольн Росс Колкорд)

Gaspar Straits

We passed the Watcher at night
And dawn put out its sinking light;
All day we held the fair monsoon,
All night we ran beneath the moon;
And in the early morning hours
We smelled the near land and the flowers,
And saw, abeam, the hillsides on
The southwest point of Billiton.
A little lighthouse, white as snow,
Looked out upon the strait below;
Each garden was a tiny square,
Terraced and blooming everywhere;
Toy cows were grazing on the grass,
Toy men ran down to see us pass;
It must have been a pleasant place,
To wear that glad and smiling face;
But we held such a steady breeze,
The village soon was lost in trees.

1. The Maine Stein Song
2. The Fishing Fleet
3. Christmas Island
4. To the Memory of My Father
5. Fernando de Noronha

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