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be with thee, gladsome Ocean!
 * How gladly greet I thee once more!

Ships and waves, and ceaseless motion,
 * And men rejoicing on thy shore.

Dissuading spake the mild Physician,
 * "Those briny waves for thee are Death!"

But my soul fulfill'd her mission,
 * And lo! I breathe untroubled breath!

Fashion's pining Sons and Daughters,
 * That seek the crowd they seem to fly,

Trembling, they approach thy waters;
 * And what cares Nature, if they die?

Rh