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Chapter 37 CONSTANCY

Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear

The mainmast by the board;

My heart, with thoughts of thee, my dear,

And love well stored,

Shall brave all danger, scorn all fear,

The roaring winds, the raging sea,

In hopes on shore to be once more

Safe moored with thee!

Aloft while mountains high we go,

The whistling winds that sc

            
            

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