Will I contend! joy, misery,
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Thou often art so strange and coyWhen 'mongst man's busy haunts we move,
Gods, though, hearken ne'er,
Grateful are the cooling breezes
Calmly slumb'ring lies the main,While the sailor views with trouble
Leads to wealth he said 'twould lead to.Soon are gather'd there whole races,Their relationship to show him.And as great-grandfather, noblyStands Jamblika's youthful figure.
Each is with the other's thought possess'd.