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I / White as a white sail on a dusky sea, / When half the horizon's clouded and half free, / Fluttering between the dun wave and the sky, / Is Hope's last gleam in Man's extremity.
Her anchor parts; but still her snowy sail / Attracts our eye amidst the rudest gale: / Though every wave she climbs divides us more, / The heart still follows from the loneliest shore.