Since then, the waves are still. The tide
Sets steadily and strongly out.
The sea shines tranquil, far and wide,
My mind is past the surf of doubt.
The pole-star of my purpose keeps
The constant line that I should steer.
At night my weary body sleeps,
My brain works orderly and clear.
All things are altered since I set
The steady goal before my face;
All things are changed; and my regret
Is advertising for a place!
"Companion for an invalide—
The René-sort preferred—genteel
And orthodox." I wish it speed—
The creature kept so well to heel!
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