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Rh Look westward—if They please, the Gods shall bring

Their mercy with the Rain.

Look westward—bears the blue no brown cloud-bank?

Nay, it is written—wherefore should we fly?

On our own field and by our cattle's flank

Lie down, lie down to die!

We have seen, we have written—behold it, the proof of our manifold toil!

In their hosts they assembled and told it—the tale of the Sons of the Soil.