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“This Sea-bight passing far, the nimble helm, by men to saintly Nicholas assignèd, where roaring Ocean raves on Terra’s realm, this and that vessel’s prore eftsoons inclinèd: And now from hearts which hopes and fears o’erwhelm, hearts in such faith t’ a fragile plank resignèd, as hope grew hopeless, esperance despair, good sudden tidings banisht cark and care.