The Camel and the Floating Sticks

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    "The first who saw the humpback’d camel Fled off for life; the next approach’d with care; The third with tyrant rope did boldly dare The desert wanderer to trammel. Such is the power of use to change The face of objects new and strange; Which grow, by looking at, so tame, They do not even seem the same. And since this theme is up for our attention, A certain watchman I will mention, Who, seeing something far Away upon the ocean, Could not but speak his notion That ’twas a ship of war. Some minutes more had past,— A bomb-ketch ’twas without a sail, And then a boat, and then a bale, And floating sticks of wood at last! Full many things on earth, I wot, Will claim this tale,—and well they may; They’re something dreadful far away, But near at hand—they’re not."
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