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Wherein no birds inhabit and few traffic, Making his cave within your sunny sails The eager waves, whose golden, silent kisses Seal an alliance with your bubbling oars And our still-working wishes, that impress Their meaning on the conscience of the world, And prompt the unready F uture, — all invite you Unto your voyage. Prosperous be the issue, As is the promise, and the purpose good Are all the rest aboard?
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