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“This Stream with gentle, bland repose shall greet in his embrace the Song, that swam to land from sad and piteous shipwreck dripping wet, ’scaped from the reefs and rocks that fang the strand; from hunger-tortures and the perilous strait, what time went forth the dour unjust command on him, whose high sonorous lyre shall claim such want of Fortune and such wealth of Fame.