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220 Old Past, let go, and drop i' the sea

Till fathomless waters cover thee!

For I am living, but thou art dead;

Thou drawest back, I strive ahead

The Day to find.

Thy shells unbind! Night comes behind;

I needs must hurry with the wind

And trim me best for sailing.

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A Happy Life.

Home, Sweet Home!

pleasures and palaces though we may roam,

Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;