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The Compass points us to the North-- Our Arrow-head with steady aim, Though wind and wave work back and forth, Our guiding sign remains the same.
When daylight fails and all is dark, When stars are hidden by the gale, Our Arrow-head gives us the mark To follow as we shorten sail.
In working under wintry skies We take foul weather with the fair, Through rough and smooth our Duty lies -- The Arrow-head is always there. |