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 Lest haply escaping on some treacherous blast The fatal Sound let slip the Elements And frenzy Nature. Yet the wizard her, Arm'd with Torngarsuck's power, the Spirit of good, Forces to unchain the foodful progeny Of the Ocean stream. Wild phantasies! yet wise, On the victorious goodness of high God Teaching Reliance and medicinal Hope, 'Till, from Bethabra northward, heavenly Truth With gradual steps winning her difficult way Transfer their rude Faith perfected and pure. If there be Beings of higher class than Man, I deem no nobler province they possess Than by disposal of apt circumstance To rear some realm with patient discipline, Aye bidding, dark uncouth child, Blameless Parenticide! his snakey scourge Lift fierce against his Mother! Thus they make Of transient Evil ever-during Good Themselves