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Refuge hath been found.

For me?

Where thou shalt be safe from harm.

I know it.

Why then this alarm?

How again to get us home

I know not.

Why then roam?

Troubles whelm us—

As of yore.

Worse than what was worst before.

Sure ye are driven on the breakers’ surge.

Alas! we are.

Alas! ’tis so.

Ah whither turn, O Zeus? No ray

Of hope to cheer the way

Whereon the fates our desperate voyage urge. 303