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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Enoch Arden, &c. by Alfred Tennyson: And never sail of ours was furl'd,
Nor anchor dropt at eve or morn;
We loved the glories of the world,
But laws of nature were our scorn;
For blasts would rise and rave and cease,
But whence were those that drove the sail
Across the whirlwind's heart of peace,
And to and thro' the counter-gale?
XII.
Again to colder climes we came,
For still we follow'd where she led:
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