If I am in safe harbor
I freely declare it here
That no merit of mine bought it
Such are the treacheries witnessed
The floundering of ships more intelligent, more ruthless
It is some grace from afar
Perhaps Mother's troubled vision
That even from her grave
Bestowed a love that even death honored
An eternity five senses will never comprehend.
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