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535 Yet here we are, by night and day Grinding through rough and smooth our way; Through foul and fair our task fulfilling; And long shall be so yet  God willing!" YET HERE WE ARE BY NIGHT AND DAY GRINDING THROUGH ROUGH AND SMOOTH OUR WAY THROUGH FOUL AND FAIR OUR TASK FULFILLING AND LONG SHALL BE SO YET GOD WILLING
h risen her light to lend; But indistinctly may be kenned 510 The VANGUARD, following close behind, Sails spread, as if to catch the wind! "Thy wife and child are snug and warm, Thy ship will travel without harm; I like," said Benjamin, "her shape and stature: 515 And this of mine--this bulky creature Of which I have the steering--this, Seen fairly, is not much amiss! We want your streamers, friend, you know; But, altogether [48] as we go, 520 We make a kind of handsome show! Among these hills, from first to last, We've weathered many a furious blast; Hard passage forcing on, with head Against the storm, and canvass spread. 525 I hate a boaster; but to thee Will say't, who know'st both land and sea, The unluckiest hulk that stems [49] the brine Is hardly worse beset than mine, When cross-winds on her quarter beat; 530 And, fairly lifted from my feet, I stagger onward--heaven knows how; But not so pleasantly as now: Poor pilot I, by snows confounded, And many a foundrous pit surrounded! ANGEMENT MADE THE WAIN THROUGH THE STILL NIGHT PROCEEDS AGAIN NO MOON HATH RISEN HER LIGHT TO LEND BUT INDISTINCTLY MAY BE KENNED THE VANGUARD FOLLOWING CLOSE BEHIND SAILS SPREAD AS IF TO CATCH THE WIND THY WIFE AND CHILD ARE SNUG AND WARM THE SHIP WILL TRAVEL WITHOUT HARM I LIKE SAID BENJAMIN HER SHAPE AND STATURE AND THIS OF MINE THIS BULKY CREATURE OF WHICH I HAVE THE STEERING THIS SEEN FAIRLY IS NOT MUCH AMISS WE WANT YOUR STREAMER'S FRIEND YOU KNOW BUT ALTOGETHER AS WE GO WE MAKE A KIND OF HANDSOME SHOW AMONG THESE HILLS FROM FIRST TO LAST WE'VE WEATHERED MANY A FURIOUS BLAST HARD PASSAGE FORCING ON WITH HEAD AGAINST THE STORM AND CANVAS SPREAD I HATE A BOASTER BUT TO THEE WILL SAY IT WHO KNOWST BOTH LAND AND SEA THE UNLUCKIEST HULK THAT STEMS THE BRINE IS HARDLY WORSE BESET THAN MINE WHEN CROSS WINDS ON HER QUARTER BEAT AND FAIRLY LIFTED FROM MY FEET I STAGGER ONWARD HEAVEN KNOWS HOW BUT NOT SO PLEASANTLY AS NOW POOR PILOT I BY SNOWS CONFOUNDED AND MANY A FOUNDRESS PIT SURROUNDED
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