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HON. HAROLD M. SEWALL OF BATH.

By THE wharves where the waves are lapping; and the full tides intertwine. In the lee of the keelson's shelter; by the smell of the fragrant pine, Where the ships were coming and going and the tall masts touched the sky, We saw new worlds a-building --boys together -- he and

He heard the world a-calllng-"there's something to be done"--The proof of his high-born purpose are the honors he has won--For his was the call to service in the lands beyond the sea Where be did his country's mission, in its full integrity.

There's a story that's told In the archives of those tense Samoan days, When Sewall faced the issues of a thousand varient ways, When his was the firm decision that must neither limp nor lag, If the Faith of a Nation's promise, was to stand by a Nation's flag.

He has scrved the State as fully as he served us overseas; He has done what he thought was righteous-not what he though would please He has stood, to his conscience captive-no touch of shame or blame To hold him to servile duty or to turnish an honored name.

They w(,1'e masters of men-tbe Sewalls-in those days of long ago;

And theil' ships weI'e tIle prlde of the people; and their fleets went to aud fl'o To the IlUIl'ts of the world beyond us, to those m;ystie ports unst'en; As the)' built and nmnned fOl' ConnncrcC', to the pride of 0111' nterchant-mal'llleWas the call the wide-world gave him and the honOI's that he eal'nt'd, 'Vas the stand for the nation's hon01', in the SCl'yjce he returned, But the t'ei1o of boyhoocl's purpose as he sensed wlth bated lips The world's demand f01' Sel'vice, in the ' sailing of the ships?

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