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Grant us thy strength, if for the right we cry.

Strength to these twain, to right their father's wrong!

Earth, deep Earth, to whom I yearn in vain,

And deeper thou, O father darkly slain,

Thy children call, who love thee: hearken thou!

Girt with thine own dead armies, wake, O wake!

With all that died at I lion for thy sake

And hate earth's dark defilers; help us now!

Dost hear us yet, O thou in deadly wrong,

Wronged by my mother?

Child, we stay too long.

He hears; be sure he hears!

And while he hears,

I speak this word for omen in his ears: