<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450350" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Off to the Fishing Ground</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a piping wind from a sunrise shore<br>Blowing over a silver sea,<br>There's a joyous voice in the lapsing tide<br>That calls enticingly;<br>The mist of dawn has taken flight<br>To the dim horizon's bound,<br>And with wide sails set and eager hearts <br>We're off to the fishing ground. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ho, comrades mine, how that brave wind sings<br>Like a great sea-harp afar!<br>We whistle its wild notes back to it <br>As we cross the harbor bar.<br>Behind us there are the homes we love <br>And hearts that are fond and true,<br>And before us beckons a strong young day <br>On leagues of glorious blue. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Comrades, a song as the fleet goes out,<br>A song of the orient sea!<br>We are the heirs of its tingling strife, <br>Its courage and liberty.<br>Sing as the white sails cream and fill, <br>And the foam in our wake is long,<br>Sing till the headlands black and grim <br>Echo us back our song! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, 'tis a glad and heartsome thing<br>To wake ere the night be done<br>And steer the course that our fathers steered <br>In the path of the rising sun.<br>The wind and welkin and wave are ours <br>Wherever our bourne is found,<br>And we envy no landsman his dream and sleep <br>When we're off to the fishing ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lucy+Maud+Montgomery">Lucy Maud Montgomery</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450350" data-title="Off to the Fishing Ground de Lucy Maud Montgomery" data-description="There's a piping wind from a sunrise shore Blowing over a silver sea, There's a joyous voice in the lapsing tide That calls enticingly; The mist of dawn has taken flight To the dim horizon's bound, And with wide sails set and eager hearts We're o..."></div> </div> </div>

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