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“Thus we departed from the saintly Shrine built on the margent of the briny wave, named, for all mem’ory, from the Land Divine, where God incarnèd came the world to save. King! I assure thee when this mind of mine rememb’ereth how ’twas ours those shores to leave, filled are my sprite and heart with doubts and fears, and eyes can hardly stay their trickling tears.