Chapter 51 ANOTHER, AT HOLYHEAD [1]

O Neptune! Neptune! must I still

Be here detain'd against my will?

Is this your justice, when I'm come

Above two hundred miles from home;

O'er mountains steep, o'er dusty plains,

Half choked with dust, half drown'd with rains,

Only your godship to implore,

To let me kiss your other shore?

A boon so small! but I may weep,

                         

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