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MORE than the compass to the mariner, / Wast thou, Felipa, to his dauntless soul.
Through adverse winds that threatened wreck, and nights / Of rayless gloom, thou pointed ever to / The North Star of his great ambition. He / Who once has lost an Eden, or has gained / A paradise by Eve's sweet influence, / Alone can know how strong a spell lies in / The witchery of a woman's beckoning hand.