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E shall not dread Misfortune's angry mien, Nor feebly sink beneath her tempest rude, Whose soul hath learned, through many a trying scene, To smile at fate, and suffer unsubdued.

In the rough school of billows, clouds, and storms, Nursed and matured, the pilot learns his art: Thus Fate’s dread ire, by many a conflict, forms The lofty spirit and enduring heart!