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<h2> MOTHER </h2>
<p>She gave me courage when I weakly said,<br/>
“O see how drifting, derelict, am I!<br/>
The tide runs counter, and the wind is high;<br/>
I see no channel through the rocks ahead.<br/>
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My arm is impotent; what worth to trim<br/>
The bending sails! Look, I shall quaff a cup<br/>
To Fate, while the wild ocean swallows up<br/>
The shipwrecked youth, the man who lives in him.”<br/>
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She said: “But thou hast valour, dear, too much<br/>
For such as this; thou hast grave embassy,<br/>
Given with thy birth; would’st thou thine honour smutch<br/>
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With coward failing? Dear son, breast the sea.”<br/>
Firm-purposed from that hour, through wind and wave,<br/>
I brought my message till thou shelter gave.<br/></p>
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