Argonauts

We come from far, forgotten shores
In sailless ships, o'er soundless seas;
We search the world for precious ores
And life's rich golden fleece.

We treasure the shining grains of truth,
Treasure the smile and kindly deed,
Treasure the brightness of early youth,
And soon to our homes we speed.

We speed to spend our spirit wealth
In the light of a better day;
The sands of time we leave behind,
But the gold we carry away.
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