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Though but a worthless log it seem to be,
Of old through seas, unknown before, it steered;
Unscathed it passed the Clashing Rocks, nor feared
The deadlier perils of the Scythian Sea,
And now, though Time, the Victor, vanquish thee,
Brave plank, what stately ship is so revered?
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