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“Ye can embark, for fav’ouring blows the Wind and to your well-loved home the seas be clear.” Thus spake the Goddess, and the Braves incline’d from the glad Island of sweet Love to steer. They bear refreshment of the noblest kind, they bear the longed-for Comp’any, each his Fere, the Nymph that ever shall in heart abide, long as the sunshine warmeth land and tide.