Poem by Herman Melville

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HEALED of my hurt, I laud the inhuman Sea--
Yea, bless the Angels Four that there convene;
For healed I am even by the pitiless breath
Distilled in wholesome dew named rosmarine. 

1. The Enviable Isles
2. Old Counsel
3. The Night March
4. Lines Traced under an Image of Amor Threatening
5. To the Master of the Meteor

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