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LXIX.
TO DEPARTING FRIENDS.
The friends that still would keep thee from thy home,Yet pray that when thou leav'st them, winds may be
Meek and submissive; and the ocean foam
Unroused by tempests; and the obedient sea,
A docile steed that needs no spur to goad,
Nor yet the anxious leash which Terror's hand
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The untamed creature flies the appointed road!
Skies favor thee and fortune—keep from ills,—
Make thee to reach thy haven and embrace
The pillars of thy ancient dwelling-place,—
Hear all the well-known voices of thy hills,
And those that, prattling up from new-found rills,
Grow happier, as they look into thy face.
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