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Rh With thee the worn seaman The south wind defies, While echoes the thunder He singing replies, And of winds and the waves Will the fury despise. Chorus. Thou hast power o'er the lip Of the fool and the sage, From the breast to root out Gall, venom and rage, What rancour and envy Would hide, to assuage. Chorus. With thee will the coward Of courage make show, The niggard so vile Learn bounteous to grow, And the feeble and old Fresh vigour to know. Chorus. Thy colour so pure Outrivals the flowers, Thy odorous essence The rich myrrh's showers, The rosemary honey Thy taste overpowers. Chorus.