I look on the sea and the sky!

      Where the pilgrims' ships first anchored lay,

The free sun rideth gloriously;

      But the pilgrim-ghosts have slid away

Through the earliest streaks of the morn.

My face is black, but it glared with a scorn

      Which they dare not meet by day.

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