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Rh (So fierce his rage, no Mountain could withstand The wild bolt flashing from his red right hand,) He fled to Ocean, powerful to save, And hid his glory 'neath the friendly wave.

A gentle daughter came at length to bless The lady mother with her loveliness— Born once again, for in an earlier life High fame was hers, as faithful wife; But her proud sire had dared the God to scorn. Then was her tender soul with anguish torn, And jealous for the Lord she loved so well Her angered spirit left its mortal cell. Now did the maid, a lovely blessing, spring From that pure lady and the Mountain-king.— When Industry and Virtue meet and kiss, Holy their union, and the fruit is bliss. Blest was that hour, and all the world was gay. When daughter saw the light of day— A rosy glow filled all the brightening sky. An odorous breeze came sweeping softly by. Breathed round the hill a sweet unearthly strain, And the glad heavens poured down their flowery rain. That fair young maiden diademmed with light Made her dear mother's fame more sparkling bright, As the blue offspring of the Turquoise Hills The parent Mount with richer glory fills, When the Cloud's voice has caused the gem to spring, Responsive to its gentle thundering. Then was it sweet, as days flew by, to trace The dawning charm of every infant grace,