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The Building of the Ship
With a look of joy and a thrill of pride,
Standing before
Her father's door,
He saw the form of his promised bride.
The sun shone on her golden hair,
And her cheek was glowing fresh and fair,
With the breath of morn and the soft sea air.
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"The Building of the Ship"
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