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Rh But soon the restless seaman longs to change His bounded view and tempt the deeps again; Careless he breaks from weeping Susan's arms, To fight with billows and to plough the main. So shalt not thou, for no returning prow E'er cut the ocean which thy bark has past; Too strong relentless Fate has fixed her bars, And I my destined captive hold too fast.