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SERENA LOQUITUR.
Although I was becalmed on the dead sea,Nor felt the breath of any wind that bore
My pilgrim bark to any earthly shore,
Yet birds of Paradise flew over me,
And still the pinnace of my thought was free
To cast her anchor in the golden floor
Of Heaven, where all my vows were gone before;
So that I voyaged nowhither cheerily,
Who was not wounded sore in any strife,
Nor overtasked that I should faint for rest,
Nor eaten up with craving foolishness;
For I have eaten of the fruit of life,
And crowned me with the flower of happiness,
Yet when I died I was much happiest.
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