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154 Again the ponderous anchor's weighed; the shore is left behind, The snowy sails are bosomed out before the favoring wind. Across the warm blue Indian sea the vessel southward flies, And once again the North Star fades and Austral beacons rise. For home she steers she seems to know and answer to the word, And swifter skims the burnished deep, like some fair ocean-bird. "For home! for home!" the merry crew with gladsome voices cry, And dark-browed Vanderdecken has a mild light in his eye.

But once again the Cape draws near, and furious billows rise; And still the daring Dutchman's laugh the hurricane defies. But wildly shrieked the tempest ere the scornful sound had died,