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THE CIGAR-SMOKERS.
“‘Courage!’ he said, and pointed towards the land;
‘This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.’
In the afternoon they came unto a land
In which it seemed always afternoon.”
The Lotos Eaters—Alfred Tennyson.
I.
“Land ho!” he cried “I see it now,” says he,
“This jolly breeze will fetch us soon to land.”