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If it be educational to breast Salt lipped the wave that is the woe of Earth, Who could be called a fool? There is no rest From sorrow in this island of re-birth.
And yet, ringed 'round with shadow as we are, In the penumbra we may all discern Glowing and gay the promise of a star For the adventurer with faith to yearn.