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Calm and serene at length I sail
Upon Life's tender tide;
No longer tossed by wave and gale,
Onward I smoothly glide—

Yet tempest-stricken once was I
Upon the ocean deep;
Now to the Harbor straight I fly,
To meet my Pilot, who is nigh—
Content to sleep—to sleep.

Seest thou not that the angry man loseth his understanding?
Whilst thou art yet in thy senses, let the madness of another be a lesson to thee.

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