On robe of linen and Sidonian veil.

Strophe VII

The oar indeed and dwelling, timber-wrought,

With sails of canvas, 'gainst the salt sea proof

Brought me with favouring gales,

By stormy wind unvexed;

Nor have I cause for murmur. Issues good

May He, the all-seeing Father, grant, that I,

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Great seed of Mother dread,