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<h3 id="id00192" style="margin-top: 3em">ERIE WATERS</h3>
<p id="id00193" style="margin-top: 2em">A dash of yellow sand,<br/>
Wind-scattered and sun-tanned;<br/>
Some waves that curl and cream along the margin of the strand;<br/>
And, creeping close to these<br/>
Long shores that lounge at ease,<br/>
Old Erie rocks and ripples to a fresh sou'-western breeze.<br/></p>
<p id="id00194">A sky of blue and grey;<br/>
Some stormy clouds that play<br/>
At scurrying up with ragged edge, then laughing blow away,<br/>
Just leaving in their trail<br/>
Some snatches of a gale;<br/>
To whistling summer winds we lift a single daring sail.<br/></p>
<p id="id00195">O! wind so sweet and swift,<br/>
O! danger-freighted gift<br/>
Bestowed on Erie with her waves that foam and fall and lift,<br/>
We laugh in your wild face,<br/>
And break into a race<br/>
With flying clouds and tossing gulls that weave and interlace.<br/></p>
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