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Rh Shook the olive, stripped the vine,

And expressed the strengthening wine.

And by night they did spread o'er him

What by day they spread before him;—

That good-will which was repast

Was his covering at last.

The stranger moored him to their pier

Without anxiety or fear;

By day he walked the sloping land,

By night the gentle heavens he scanned.

When first his barque stood inland

To the coast of that far Finland,

Sweet-watered brooks came tumbling to the shore

The weary mariner to restore.