Upon Leaving Home

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    I left my quiet harbor
    In favor of another—I know not where.
    But first,
    there are seas to cross
    and storms to brave.
    How could I prefer the foreign deep
    to the encircling arms of my bay?
    some things
    can only be learned
    at sea.
    Yes, my craft is watertight.
    I can navigate the unknown,
    And O, the wind that fills my sails
    blows from home.