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What early philosophic hours he keeps, How regular his meals, how sound he sleeps! Not sounder he that on the mainmast head, While morning kindles with a windy red, Begins a long look-out for distant land, Nor quits till evening-watch his giddy stand, Then swift descending with a seaman’s haste, Slips to his hammock, and forgets the blast.
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