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Rh Take the bounty of thy birth,

Taste the lordship of the earth.'

I heard, and I obeyed,—

Assured that he who made the claim,

Well known, but loving not a name,

Was not to be gainsaid.

Ere yet the summoning voice was still,

I turned to Cheshire's haughty hill.

From the fixed cone the cloud-rack flowed

Like ample banner flung abroad

To all the dwellers in the plains

Round about, a hundred miles,

With salutation to the sea and to the bordering isles.

In his own loom's garment dressed,

By his proper bounty blessed,

Fast abides this constant giver,

Pouring many a cheerful river;

To far eyes, an aerial isle

Unploughed, which finer spirits pile,

Which morn and crimson evening paint

For bard, for lover and for saint;

An eyemark and the country's core,

Inspirer, prophet evermore;

Pillar which God aloft had set

So that men might it not forget;

It should be their life's ornament,

And mix itself with each event;