In the ocean vast where life does swell,
What lifts us high, what casts its spell?
The mind's deep surge or virtues bright—
Who truly knows what fuels our flight?
Through tides of grief and mortal stream,
Does mercy flow or quiet dream?
Is it care that softly steers the boat,
Or unseen shores to which we float?
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