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Over the trackless past, somewhere, Lie the lost days of our tropic youth, Only regained by faith and prayer, Only recalled by prayer and plaint: Each lost day has its patron saint.
BRET HARTE: _The Lost Galleon,_ Last St. Sunday Times (Perth, WA : 1902 – 1954), Sunday 27 June 1937, “There was a magic about the sea. People were drawn to it. People wanted to love by it, s…