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Rh So push you out of harbour in small craft, With little seamanship; and comes a gale, The world will laugh, the world has often laughed, Lady, to see how bold when skies are blue, When black winds churn the deeps how panic-pale,
 * How swift to the old nest fly you!

What thinks your friend, kind sir? We have escaped But partly that old half-tamed wild beast's paw Whereunder woman, the weak thing, was shaped: Men too have known the cramping enemy In grim brute force, whom force of brain shall awe:
 * Him our deliverer, await we!