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I can't but say it is an awkward sight

To see one's native land receding through

The growing waters; it unmans one quite,

Especially when life is rather new:

I recollect Great Britain's coast looks white,99

But almost every other country's blue,

When gazing on them, mystified by distance,

We enter on our nautical existence.