OLD Sir James of Bonney Castle
Longed to reach the northern pole;
Shorter paths to reach rich Cathay
Were the yearnings of his soul.
And he pondered in his study,
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With old maps and charts and plans;
Working on a task as toilsome
As the fabled rope of sands.
He had sailed on many a water,
Weathered oft the boisterous gale;
Wintered in a sunless summer, -
But as yet to no avail.
Braver sailor never ventured
Where no other man had been;
He had gone and come full often,
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