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 Thyself Earth's, and of the Dawn Co-herald! wake, O wake, and utter praise! Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in Earth? Who fill'd thy Countenance with rosy light? Who made thee Parent of perpetual streams?


 * And you, ye five wild torrents fiercely glad!

Who call'd you forth from night and utter death, From dark and icy caverns call'd you forth, Down those precipitous, black, jagged Rocks For ever shattered and the same for ever? Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the Billows stiffen, and have Rest?

Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the Mountain's brow Adown enormous Ravines slope amain— Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty Voice, And stopp'd at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless Torrents! silent Cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full Moon? Who bade the Sun