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If many a daring spirit must discover / The chartless world, why should they glory lack? / Because athwart the skyline they sank over / Few, few, the shipmen be that have come back.
Yet one, wreck'd oft, hath by a giddy cord / The rugged head of Destiny regain'd -- / One from the maelstrom's lap hath swum aboard -- / One from the polar sleep himself unchain'd.
But he, acquainted well with every tone / Of madness whining in his shroudage slender, / From storm and mutiny emerged alone / Self-righted from the dreadful self-surrender:
Rich from the isles where sojourn long is death / Won back to cool Thames and Elizabeth, / Sea-weary, yes, but human still, and whole, -- / A circumnavigator of the soul.