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They
came
and
went
in
legions
that
darkened
all
the
shore
.
And
o'er
the
foam-flecked
offing
as
far
as
voice
could
reach
We
hailed
the
landing-parties
and
we
sang
them
up
the
beach
.
The
Beaches
of
Lukannon
--
the
winter
wheat
so
tall
--
The
dripping
,
crinkled
lichens
,
and
the
sea-fog
drenching
all
!
The
platforms
of
our
playground
,
all
shining
smooth
and
worn
!
The
Beaches
of
Lukannon
--
the
home
where
we
were
born
!
I
met
my
mates
in
the
morning
,
a
broken
,
scattered
band
.
Men
shoot
us
in
the
water
and
club
us
on
the
land
;
Men
drive
us
to
the
Salt
House
like
silly
sheep
and
tame
,
