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SCENE I. Thunder-bolts had parched our water, We had been stained with bitter blood, And had run mute, 'mid shrieks of slaughter Thro' a city and a solitude.

I had clothed, since Earth uprose, Its wastes in colors not their own, And oft had my serene repose Been cloven by many a rending groan.

We had soared beneath these mountains Unresting ages; nor had thunder, Nor yon volcano's flaming fountains, Nor any power above or under Ever made us mute with wonder.

But never bowed our snowy crest As at the voice of thine unrest.