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Rh By sailors, tempest-tost upon the sea,

Telling of rest and peaceful heavens nigh,

Unto my soul her star-like soul hath been,

Her sight as full of hope and calm to me;—

For she unto herself hath builded high

A home serene, wherein to lay her head,

Earth's noblest thing,—a Woman perfected.