Coming Homeward Out Of Spain - Poem by Barnabe Googe
O raging seas, and Mighty Neptune's reign,
In monstrous hills that throwest thyself so high,
That with thy floods dost beat the shores of Spain,
And break the cliffs that dare the force envy;
Cedase now thy rage and lay thine ire aside.
And thou that hast the governance of all,
O mighty God! grant weather, wind and tide,
Till in my country coast our anchor fall.
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