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 Rh The thing that hindereth

My progress as I pass,

Is withered in my breath

Like parchèd summer grass.

I hasten on, like the wind of God,

That must unfettered blow,

Wooing the blossom from the sod

Where'er I go.

I taught the Hindoo throng

To worship: I awoke

The Pyrrhic phalanx strong,

To break the Persian yoke:

I set great Pharaoh's captives free,

The Tarquin's pride down-hurled,

And in a child of Galilee,

O'er came the world!