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All in the sullied hours, While the pirates stood away Out of the murk and horror In a sheer white burst of spray,

Leaving the wreck to settle Under its winding sheet, I felt the city shudder And stir beneath my feet.

Thrilling against the morning, As audible as song, I heard the city waken Out of her night of wrong.

That was a day to cherish When Rhett and a gallant few Summoned the best among us; Called for a daring crew.

New and raw at the business, To the smithy's roar and clang, We drove our aching muscles And as we worked we sang,

Until one blowing morning With summer on the sea, The Henry to the windward, The Sea Nymph down alee,

Flecking the wide Atlantic With a flaring, lacy track, We went, as glad as the winds are glad, To buy our honor back.