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Even to thee, who, not in faith less strong
Which is our pure love's sanction to the throng,—
Even to thee, with whom this isle of song,
This isle of rest from many a former gale,
Of rest ere once more westward strives our sail,Hath been the shore of which I dreamed so long ;
O unto thee, thou pearl of price unknown
Whose every virtue lives enlarged in thee.