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Rh And then we descended,

And so we are here,

No helper attended,

No helping was near;

The heads of our nation

Look'd up from the wave,

And called for salvation

On him who could save.

He turned away frowning,

And Nemesis cried,

"Jove! doom them to drowning!"

He laugh'd at our pride,

Nor thought of the danger

Of waking our power.

At last his hot anger

Passed quietly o'er;

An epoch of blessings

Soon dawn'd on our race;

And Juno's caressings,

More sweet than before,

O'ershadow'd with glory this beautiful place.

Brekeke, brekeke, brekeke;

Koax, koax—too-oo, too-oo!

Our temple is bright as

The temple above;

Its arches as light as

Heaven's arches of love.