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And the sails soon in the breeze are swelling,And the sun with fiery love invites us;Fill'd the sails are, clouds on high are floating,On the shore each friend exulting raisesSongs of hope, in giddy joy expectingJoy the voyage through, as on the morn of sailing,And the earliest starry nights so radiant.

Their forms in ocean lave?Shines not with twofold charms their face,

At the glad festal tide.And ev'ry one makes haste