To wake each joyless morn, and search again
The famish'd haunts of solitary men ;

Whose race, unyielding as their native storm,

Knows not a trace of Nature but the form

Yet, at thy call, the hardy tar pursued,

Pale, but intrepid, sad, but unsubdued,

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Shall swell thy heart to rapture unconfin'd,"

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Sacred to love, and walks of tender joy;

A milder mood the goddess shall recal,

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