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FIFTH BOOK OF HOMER'S ODYSSEY.
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Makest thy way in swimming to the landOf the Pheacians, where thy safety lies.Receive this veil and bind its heavenly woofBeneath thy breast, and have no further fearOf hardship or of danger. But, as soonAs thou shalt touch the island, take it off,And turn away thy face, and fling it farFrom where thou standest, into the black deep." The goddess gave the veil as thus she spoke,And to the tossing deep went down, in formA cormorant; the black wave covered her.But still Ulysses, mighty sufferer,Pondered, and thus to his great soul he said: "Ah me! perhaps some god is planning hereSome other fraud against me, bidding meForsake my raft. I will not yet obey,For still far off I see the land in which'Tis said my refuge lies. This will I do,For this seems wisest. While the fastenings lastThat hold these timbers, I will keep my place
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