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“Thence drave we, cutting for a length of days— where storms and sadd’ening calms alternate range— undreamèd Oceans and unpathèd ways, our sole conductor Hope in toils so strange: Long time we struggled with the sea’s wild maze, till, as its general Law is changeless Change, we met a current with such speed that sped, against the flow ’twas hard to forge ahead.