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the fair days when God By man as godlike trod, And each alike was Greek, alike was free, God’s lightning spared, they said, Alone the happier head Whose laurels screened it; fruitless grace for thee, To whom the high gods gave of right Their thunders and their laurels and their light.

Sunbeams and bays before Our master’s servants wore, For these Apollo left in all men’s lands; But far from these ere now And watched with jealous brow Lay the blind lightnings shut between God’s hands, And only loosed on slaves and kings The terror of the tempest of their wings.

Born in those younger years That shone with storms of spears