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THE LAST CRUISE OF THE MIRANDA. 



And when he comes to meat and bread, 



I know 'lis but a fiction, 

 And yet, methinks tlie clock hands spread 



To give our benediction. 



Till hearts are dead, till eyes are dim, 



"We shall forget him never ; 

 And may our blessings bide with him 



Forever and forever. 



So I drink to one, he is not here, 



Yet I would guard his glory ; 

 A knight without reproach or fear 



Should live in song and story. 



A heart as gentle as a lass. 



Yet bold as any eagle ; 

 O comrades, rise ! I fill this glass 



To Dixon of the Rigel ! 



