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From
hope
and
fear
set
free
,
We
thank
with
brief
thanksgiving
Whatever
gods
may
be
That
no
life
lives
forever
;
That
dead
men
rise
up
never
;
That
even
the
weariest
river
Winds
somewhere
safe
to
sea
.
’
"
He
looked
again
at
the
open
port
.
Swinburne
had
furnished
the
key
.
Life
was
ill
,
or
,
rather
,
it
had
become
ill
—
an
unbearable
thing
.
"
That
dead
men
rise
up
never
!
"
That
line
stirred
him
with
a
profound
feeling
of
gratitude
.
It
was
the
one
beneficent
thing
in
the
universe
.
When
life
became
an
aching
weariness
,
death
was
ready
to
soothe
away
to
everlasting
sleep
.
But
what
was
he
waiting
for
?
It
was
time
to
go
.
He
arose
and
thrust
his
head
out
the
port
-
hole
,
looking
down
into
the
milky
wash
.
The
Mariposa
was
deeply
loaded
,
and
,
hanging
by
his
hands
,
his
feet
would
be
in
the
water
.
He
could
slip
in
noiselessly
.
No
one
would
hear
.
A
smother
of
spray
dashed
up
,
wetting
his
face
.
It
tasted
salt
on
his
lips
,
and
the
taste
was
good
.
He
wondered
if
he
ought
to
write
a
swan
-
song
,
but
laughed
the
thought
away
.
There
was
no
time
.
He
was
too
impatient
to
be
gone
.
Turning
off
the
light
in
his
room
so
that
it
might
not
betray
him
,
he
went
out
the
port
-
hole
feet
first
.
His
shoulders
stuck
,
and
he
forced
himself
back
so
as
to
try
it
with
one
arm
down
by
his
side
.
A
roll
of
the
steamer
aided
him
,
and
he
was
through
,
hanging
by
his
hands
.
When
his
feet
touched
the
sea
,
he
let
go
.
He
was
in
a
milky
froth
of
water
.
The
side
of
the
Mariposa
rushed
past
him
like
a
dark
wall
,
broken
here
and
there
by
lighted
ports
.
She
was
certainly
making
time
.
Almost
before
he
knew
it
,
he
was
astern
,
swimming
gently
on
the
foam
-
crackling
surface
.
A
bonita
struck
at
his
white
body
,
and
he
laughed
aloud
.
It
had
taken
a
piece
out
,
and
the
sting
of
it
reminded
him
of
why
he
was
there
.
In
the
work
to
do
he
had
forgotten
the
purpose
of
it
.
The
lights
of
the
Mariposa
were
growing
dim
in
the
distance
,
and
there
he
was
,
swimming
confidently
,
as
though
it
were
his
intention
to
make
for
the
nearest
land
a
thousand
miles
or
so
away
.
