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Hadst thou a ship, in whose vast hold lay stored / The priceless riches of all climes and lands, / Say, wouldst thou let it float upon the seas / Unpiloted, of fickle winds the sport, / And of wild waves and hidden rocks the prey?
Thine is that ship; and in its depths concealed / Lies all the wealth of this vast universe -- / Yea, lies some part of God's omnipotence / The legacy divine of every soul. / Thy will, O man, thy will is that great ship, / And yet behold it drifting here and there -- / One moment lying motionless in port, / Then on high seas by sudden impulse flung,