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‘Oft the lonely one experiences compassion,
the Creator's kindness; though he with sorrowing mind,
o'er the watery way, must long
agitate with his hands the rime-cold sea,
go in exile tracks; his fate is full decreed.'-- (5)
So said a wanderer, of his hardships mindful,
of hostile slaughters, his dear friends' fall.--
' Oft I must alone, each morn,
my care bewail: there is now none living,
to whom my thoughts I dare (10)
tell openly. I in sooth know,
that it is in man a noble quality,
that he his soul's coffer fast bind,
hold his treasure. Strive as he will,
the weary-minded cannot fate withstand, (15)
nor the rugged soul'd help effect;
even the ambitious a sad one oft
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