"Joy for thee, happy friend, thy bark hath past The dangerous sea, and safely moored at last, Beyond rough foam, Soft gales celestial, in sweet music bore, Mortal emancipate for this far shore, Thee to thy home. "You've travelled long, and far from mortal joys, To Soul's diviner sense, that spurns such toys, Brave wanderer, lone.
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