“Oh, night and day the ships come in, The ships both great and small, But never one among them brings A word of him at all. From Port o’ Spain and Trinidad, From Rio or Funchal, And along the coast of Barbary.” Steam has not banished from the deep sea the ships that lift tall spires of canvas to win their way from port to port. The gleam of their topsails recalls the centuries in which men wrought with stubborn courage to fashion fabrics of wood and cordage that should survive the enmity of the implacable ocean and make the winds obedient. Their genius was unsung, their hard toil forgotten, but with each generation the sailing ship became nobler and more enduring, until it was a perfect thi…
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