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Rh By ways no gaze could follow, a course unspoiled of cook,

Per Fancy, fleetest in man, our titled berth we took

With maids of matchless beauty and parentage unguessed,

And a Church of England parson for the Islands of the Blest.

We asked no social questions—we pumped no hidden shame—

We never talked obstetrics when the Little Stranger came:

We left the Lord in Heaven, we left the fiends in Hell.

We weren't exactly Yussufs, but—Zuleika didn't tell.

No moral doubt assailed us, so when the port we neared,

The villain had his flogging at the gangway, and we cheered.