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54 Our water's of crystal,

Where shelter'd we dwell;

And the arrows have miss'd all

From Phoebus that fell.

Poseidon, the brother

Of Jove, is our sire,

Our guardian—no other

We own nor desire;

Each Nereid and Triton

Belongs to our band.

When Sirius shines bright on

The ocean and land,

The Gods spread their curtain

Their favorites to shield;

All danger averting

On fountain and field.

So thanks, cordial thanks, to the thunderer of heaven,

Who pour'd out the waves where we thrive and have thriven;

All honor and praise to his wisdom be given.

Brekeke, brekeke, brekeke;

Koax, koax—too-oo, too-oo!

Be still, all ye dwellers

The waters among:

Hark! hark! the excellers

In music and song—

We, taught by Apollo,