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Oh, not for us the easy mirth / Of men that never roam! / The crackling of the narrow hearth, / The cabined joys of home! / Keep your tame, regulated glee, / O pale protected State! / Our dwelling-place is on the sea, / Our joy the joy of Fate!
No long caresses give us ease, / No lazy languors warm, / We seize our mates as the sea-gulls seize, / And leave them to the storm. / But in the bridal halls of gloom / The couch is stern and strait; / For us the marriage rite of Doom, / The nuptial joy of Fate.