The Merchant

Whither is bound yon ship? A Sidonian company mans her,
And she hails from the North, loaded with amber and tin.
Dandle her softly, winds; and be thou merciful, Neptune,
In some sheltering cove find her a potable rill.
Dedicated to you, ye Gods, is surely the merchant,
Wealth he seeks; but shares with the good vessel his gain.
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