The Merchant by Friedrich von Schiller
Where sails the ship?--It leads the Tyrian forth For the rich amber of the liberal north. Be kind, ye seas--winds, lend your gentlest wing, May in each creek sweet wells restoring spring!-- To you, ye gods, belong the merchant!--o'er The waves his sails the wide world's goods explore; And, all the while, wherever waft the gales The wide world's good sails with him as he sails!
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