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THE MERCHANT. Friedrich Schiller


   Where sails the ship?-It leads the Tyrian forth
   For the rich amber of the liberal north. 
   Be kind, ye seas-winds, lend your gentlest wing,
   May in each creek sweet wells restoring spring!-
   To you, ye gods, belong the merchant!-o’er
   The waves his sails the wide world’s goods explore;
   And, all the while, wherever waft the gales
   The wide world’s good sails with him as he sails!

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