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 "If he may know which way to go,
 * "For he guides him smooth or grim.

"See, brother, see! how graciously
 * "She looketh down on him.

"But why drives on that ship so fast
 * "Withouten wave or wind?

"The air is cut away before,
 * "And closes from behind.

"Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high,
 * "Or we hall be belated:

"For slow and slow that ship will go,
 * "When the Marinere's trance is abated."