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Fair held the breeze behind us -- 'twas warm with lovers' prayers,<br />We'd [[MacGuffin|stolen wills]] for ballast and a crew of missing heirs.<br />[[Mysterious Past|They shipped as Able Bastards]] [[Suddenly Suitable Suitor|till]] [[Secret Legacy|the Wicked Nurse confessed,]]<br />And they worked the old three-decker to the Islands of the Blest.
 
By ways no gaze could follow, a course unspoiled of Cook,<br />Per Fancy, fleetest in man, our titled berths we took<br />With maids of [[Beauty Equals Goodness|matchless beauty]] and [[Moses in The BullrushesBulrushes|parentage unguessed]],<br />And [[Good Shepherd|a Church of England parson]] for the Islands of the Blest.
 
We asked no social questions -- we pumped no hidden shame --<br />[[Out Giving Birth Back in Two Minutes|We never talked obstetrics when the Little Stranger came:]]<br />We left the Lord in Heaven, we left the fiends in Hell.<br />We weren't exactly Yussufs, but -- Zuleika didn't tell.
 
[[Wish Fulfillment|No moral doubts assailed us, so when the port we neared]],<br />[[Laser -Guided Karma|The villain had his flogging at the gangway]], and [[Happy Ending|we cheered]].<br />'Twas fiddle in the foc's'le -- 'twas garlands on the mast,<br />For [[They Do|every one was married]], and I went at shore at last.
 
I left 'em all in [[First Kiss|couples a-kissing]] on the decks.<br />I left [[Happily Married|the lovers loving]] and [[Parental Marriage Veto|parents signing cheques]].<br />In endless English comfort, by [[Arcadia|county-folk]] caressed,<br />I left the old three-decker at the Islands of the Blest! . . .
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You'll see her tiering canvas in sheeted silver spread;<br />You'll hear the long-drawn thunder 'neath her leaping figure-head;<br />While far, so far above you, her tall poop-lanterns shine<br />Unvexed by wind or weather like the candles round a shrine!
 
Hull down -- hull down and under -- she dwindles to a speck,<br />[[DancesandDances and Balls|With noise of pleasant music and dancing on her deck]].<br />All's well -- all's well aboard her -- she's left you far behind,<br />With a scent of old-world roses through the fog that ties you blind.
 
[[Maturity Is Serious Business|Her crews are babes or madmen?]] Her port is all to make? <br />[[Writer On Board|You're manned by Truth and Science]], and [[Author Tract|you steam for steaming's sake?]]<br />Well, tinker up your engines -- you know your business best --<br />She's taking tired people to the Islands of the Blest!