Part VI
First Voice
' But tell me, tell me ! speak again,
Thy soft response renewing --
What makes that ship drive on so fast ?
What is the Ocean doing ? '
Second Voice
Still as a slave before his lord,
The Ocean has no blast ;
The great bright eye most silently
Up to the Moon is cast --
If he may know which way to go ;
For she guides him in smooth or grim.
See, brother, see ! how graciously
She looked down on him.
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