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CCXIV SAIL ON, SAIL ON |
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Sail on, sail on, through endless space,
Through calm, through tempest, stop no more;
The stormiest sea's a resting place
To him who leaves such hearts on shore.
Or, if some desert land we meet,
Where never yet false-hearted men Profaned a world, that else were sweet, Then rest thee, bark, but not till then.
Words by Moore. Tune (from Bunting) The Humming of the Ban. |
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