As perilous looms the morrow,
America sleeps and dreams.
The mist is rising, the fog rolls in...
Deep booms the foghorn,
Warning that her Ship of State glides too near the rocky shore....
Wake Commander- hear
Hear!
The crashing wave
Against the ragged shore.
Your passengers are restless.
The dolphin escort leaps in vain,
As young sailors watch the night.
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