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FRANCISCO MARTINEZ DE LA ROSA.
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With thee the worn seaman
The south wind defies,
While echoes the thunder
He singing replies,
And of winds and the waves
Will the fury despise.
Chorus.
Thou hast power o'er the lip
Of the fool and the sage,
From the breast to root out
Gall, venom and rage,
What rancour and envy
Would hide, to assuage.
Chorus.
With thee will the coward
Of courage make show,
The niggard so vile
Learn bounteous to grow,
And the feeble and old
Fresh vigour to know.
Chorus.
Thy colour so pure
Outrivals the flowers,
Thy odorous essence
The rich myrrh's showers,
The rosemary honey
Thy taste overpowers.
Chorus.
