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Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World!
The tall thought-woven sails, that flap unfurled / Above the tide of hours, trouble the air, / And God's bell buoyed to be the water's care; / While hushed from fear, or loud with hope, a band / With blown, spray-dabbled hair gather at hand.