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35 The Crab, the Scorpion, and the Bull   We pry among them all; have shot High o'er the red haired race of Mars, Covered from top to toe with scars; Such company I like it not! THE CRAB THE SCORPION AND THE BULL WE PRY AMONG THEM ALL HAVE SHOT HIGH O'ER THE RED HAIRED RACE OF MARS COVERED FROM TOP TO TOE WITH SCARS SUCH COMPANY I LIKE IT NOT
ough the clouds my boat can sail; But if perchance your faith should fail, Look up--and you shall see me soon! 10 The woods, my Friends, are round you roaring, Rocking and roaring like a sea; The noise of danger's in [3] your ears, And ye have all a thousand fears Both for my little Boat and me! 15 Meanwhile untroubled I admire [4] The pointed horns of my canoe; And, did not pity touch my breast, To see how ye are all distrest, Till my ribs ached, I'd laugh at you! 20 Away we go, my Boat and I-- Frail man ne'er sate in such another; Whether among the winds we strive, Or deep into the clouds [5] we dive, Each is contented with the other. 25 Away we go--and what care we For treasons, tumults, and for wars? We are as calm in our delight As is the crescent-moon so bright Among the scattered stars. 30 Up goes my Boat among [6] the stars Through many a breathless field of light, Through many a long blue field of ether, Leaving ten thousand stars beneath her: Up goes my little Boat so bright! OW I HAVE A LITTLE BOAT IN SHAPE A VERY CRESCENT MOON FAST THROUGH THE CLOUDS MY BOAT CAN SAIL BUT IF PERCHANCE YOUR FAITH SHOULD FAIL LOOK UP AND YOU SHALL SEE ME SOON THE WOODS MY FRIENDS ARE ROUND YOU ROARING ROCKING AND ROARING LIKE A SEA THE NOISE OF DANGERS IN YOUR EARS AND YE HAVE ALL A THOUSAND FEARS BOTH FOR MY LITTLE BOAT AND ME MEANWHILE UNTROUBLED I ADMIRE THE POINTED HORNS OF MY CANOE AND DID NOT PITY TOUCH MY BREAST TO SEE HOW YE ALL ARE DISTRESSED TILL MY RIBS ACHED I'D LAUGH AT YOU AWAY WE GO MY BOAT AND I FRAIL MAN NE'ER SAT IN SUCH ANOTHER WHETHER AMONG THE WINDS WE STRIVE OR DEEP INTO THE CLOUDS WE DIVE EACH IS CONTENTED WITH THE OTHER AWAY WE GO AND WHAT CARE WE FOR TREASON'S TUMULTS AND FOR WARS WE ARE AS CALM IN OUR DELIGHT AS IS THE CRESCENT MOON SO BRIGHT AMONG THE SCATTERED STARS UP GOES MY BOAT AMONG THE STARS THROUGH MANY A BREATHLESS FIELD OF LIGHT THROUGH MANY A LONG BLUE FIELD OF ETHER LEAVING TEN THOUSAND STARS BENEATH HER UP GOES MY LITTLE BOAT SO BRIGHT
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