.MzMw.MjcxNg

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 were masters of men-tbe Sewalls-in those days of long ago; And their ships were the pride of the people; and their fleets went to and fro To the marts of the world beyond us, to those mystic ports unseen; As they built and manned for Commerce, to the pride of our merchant-marine--

Was the call the wide-world gave him and the honors that he earned, Was the stand for the nation's honor, in the service he returned, But the echo of boyhoocl's purpose as he sensed wlth bated lips The world's demand for Service, in the sailing of the ships?

�