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"Travel! and thou shalt find new friends for old ones left

behind; * Toil! for the sweets of human life by toil and moil are

found: The stay-at-home no honour wins nor aught attains but

want; * So leave thy place of birth [FN#371] and wander all the

world around! I've seen, and very oft I've seen, how standing

water stinks, * And only flowing sweetens it and trotting makes

it sound: And were the moon forever full and ne'er to wax or

wane, * Man would not strain his watchful eyes to see its

gladsome round: Except the lion leave his lair he ne'er would

fell his game, * Except the arrow leave the bow ne'er had it

reached its bound: Gold-dust is dust the while it lies

untravelled in the mine, * And aloes-wood mere fuel is upon its

native ground: And gold shall win his highest worth when from his

goal ungoal'd; * And aloes sent to foreign parts grows costlier

than gold."