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Rh She hears the city roar on high,

Thief, prostitute, and banker;

She sees the masted vessels lie

Immovably at anchor.

She sees the snowy islets dot

The sea's immortal azure,

And If, that castellated spot,

Tower, turret, and embrasure.

FLOWER GOD, GOD OF THE SPRING

god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful,

Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles,

Here I wander in April

Cold, grey-headed; and still to my

Heart, Spring comes with a bound, Spring the deliverer,

Spring, song-leader in woods, chorally resonant;

Spring, flower-planter in meadows,

Child-conductor in willowy

Fields deep dotted with bloom, daisies and crocuses:

Here that child from his heart drinks of eternity:

O child, happy are children!

She still smiles on their innocence,

She, dear mother in God, fostering violets,

Fills earth full of her scents, voices and violins: