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Let us sail eastward, where the sun Slow rises o'er the crimson wave, Our western toils at last are done, And rest, for ever, rest we crave.
Oh, see the shore fades far away, A dim spot in the distant blue, And eastward breaks the coming day Which bids our life-day dawn anew.