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Rh Till the dead veil of scorn

And long darkness shall be torn,

And the kind faces shine and old Argolis be free!

—And, Oh, let Hermês, Maia-born,

Be near, who moveth in his kind,

As the wind blows, to help at need:

The word he speaketh none may read:

Before his eyes the Day is torn

With darkness and the Night is blind.

And, O Light of the Great Cavern, let it be

That this Man's house look up again, and see,

Till the dead veil of scorn

And long darkness shall be torn,

And the kind faces shine and old Argolis be free!

—Then, then the prison shall unclose:

A wind of Freedom stream above:

A flood which faileth not, a voice

Telling of women that rejoice,

One harp in many souls, one spell

Enchanted. Ho, the ship goes well!

For me, for me, this glory grows,

And Evil flies from those I love.

Oh, in courage and in power,

When the deed comes and the hour,