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Ships come and go,

To-morrow there,

The next day here;

Come weal or woe,

Their freight they bear,

Their course they steer.

Though billows lash,

Though lightnings dart,

And thunders cry:

Nought doth abash

The brave ship’s heart

Nor turn his eye.

I wonder if my ship runs so,

And in its course so straight doth go?