Troopships in the Harbour.

Beyond the Heads the Strait,
And beyond the Strait the Ocean,
And beyond the Ocean the unglad adventure.
Behind the grey ships
The albatross will spread her benediction,
And the Southern Cross in the friendly familiar sky
Burns with a new nostalgic brightness . . .
And on the dark horizon
The receding Islands will remember.

—I.A.G.

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