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 There yet are many seas

For man to wander in.

He yet must find out sin,

If aught of pleasance there

Remain for him to store,

His rovings to increase,

In quest of many a shore

Forbidden still to fare.

Peace sleeps the earth upon,

And sweet peace on the hill.

The waves that whimper still

At their long law-serving

(O flowing sad complaint!)

Come on and are back drawn.

Man only owns no king,

Man only is not faint.

You see, the earth is bound.

You see, the man is free.

For glorious liberty

He suffers and would die.

Grudge not then suffering

Or chastisemental cry.

O let his pain abound,

Earth's truant and earth's king! 65