Then welcome Fate's discourtesy

Whereby it shall appear,

How in all time of our distress,

And our deliverance too,

The game is more than the player of the game,

And the ship is more than the crew.

Out of the mist into the mirk

The glimmering combers roll.

Almost these mindless waters work

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As though they had a soul—

Almost as though they leagued to whelm

Our flag beneath their green

Then welcome Fate's discourtesy

Whereby it shall be seen, etc.

Be well assured, though wave and wind

Have weightier blows in store,

That we who keep the watch assigned

Must stand to it the more;

And as our streaming bows rebuke

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