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ArtistThe West Wind called:--"In squadrons the thoughtless galleons fly That bear the wheat and cattle lest street-bred people die. They make my might their porter, they make my house their path, Till I loose my neck from their rudder and whelm them all in my wrath
A giant bear stands on a boat in a wheat field, with a ship in the background. A man in a uniform guides the vessel, creating a surreal and whimsical scene of nature and commerce.