Where sails the ship?-It
leads the Tyrian forth
For the rich amber of the liberal
north.
Be kind, ye seas-winds,
lend your gentlest wing,
May in each creek sweet wells restoring
spring!-
To you, ye gods, belong the merchant!-oer
The waves his sails the wide worlds
goods explore;
And, all the while, wherever waft
the gales
The wide worlds good sails
with him as he sails!
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