That hold his stores, have room for twice as much;
His one spare shirt, long glass, and iron box,
Lie all in view; no need has he for locks.
Here he abides, and, as our strangers pass,
He shows the shipping, he presents the glass;
He makes (unask'd) their ports and business known,
And (kindly heard) turns quickly to his own.
Of noble captains—heroes every one—
You might as soon have made the steeple run:
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