From Mercy Hayworth's book of poems and storiesApril 2, 1692
The Merry Margaret
Ship upon a golden sea
Sails for twilight, away from me
Slips past the edge of all I know
To places where I cannot go
Unafraid she boldly glides
Past safe harbor, past the tides
Bound for ports where day commences
No fear, no doubt, no bold defenses
She beckons me to watch her fly
‘Cross the blue, in hopes that I
Might grip the post, hold fast and yearn
For the day when she’ll return
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