The Ships of Memory (Poem by Frank Oliver Call)

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The Ships of Memory
By Frank Oliver Call


The silent ships of memory creep
    Across the seas of long ago;
Like phantoms, on a tideless deep,
    Their pale prows wander to and fro.

Some bear the dreams of happy years
    Or bring a cargo all of gold;
Some bear a freight of useless tears,
    For love and sorrow long untold.

And each man takes the proffered dower
    For golden grain or bitter loss;
O, happy he that hath the power
    To take the gold and leave the dross.

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