inhaling ancient times and lands,
comfort of ages in our hands.
The Tea Ships
Their canvas flared across teh China Sea,
Back in the misty 'forties ere the steam
And plate steel from the Tyne swept every lea,
Crowding the sail to yards where they might
Of vanished greatness when the seas would
Across their suging prows on washing lanes;
And o'er the waste to catch Nantucket's gleam -
Canton to Boston with their golden gains.
~Thomas J. Murray, c. 1905 and from Tea Poetry, compiled by Pearl Dexter