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homer-odyssey-1259		homer-odyssey-1259			.txt	text/plain	112143	10631	92	"My friend (he cried), my palace be thy care; Born, the Ulysses of thy age to rise The wise, the good Ulysses claim'd thy care; 'Tis Jove's decree, Ulysses shall return: Loved as thou art, thy free injunctions lay; In peace shall land thee at thy native home." Against Ulysses shall thy anger rise? Soon as thy arms the happy shore shall gain, Wise is thy soul, but man is bore to bear; So shalt thou view with joy thy natal shore, Till then, let slumber cross thy careful eyes: The sons of men shall ne'er approach thy shore, The northern winds shall wing thee on thy way. Yet to thy woes the gods decree an end, Know'st thou not me; who made thy life my care, Ulysses was thy care, celestial maid! And cries aloud, "Thy son, O queen, returns;" Thy lost Ulysses to his native shores,	./cache/homer-odyssey-1259.txt	./txt/homer-odyssey-1259.txt