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Rh But vain, all vain the bolt of Heaven to fright Those holy Saints whom Penance arms aright; Thy power knows no bound—thou, only thou. All-conquering Deity, canst help me now! Full well I know thy nature, and assign This toil to thee, which needs a strength like thine: As on that Snake alone will rest. That bears the Earth upon his haughty crest. Our task is well-nigh done—thy boasted dart Has power to conquer even 's heart; Hear what the Gods, oppressed with woe, would fain From mighty through thine aid obtain; He may beget—and none in Heaven but he— A chief to lead our hosts to victory; But all his mind with holiest lore is fraught. Bent on the Godhead is his every thought; Thy darts, Love, alone can reach him now. And lure his spirit from the hermit vow. Go, seek 's Mountain-child, and aid With all thy loveliest charms the lovely Maid, So may she please his fancy—only she May wed with —such the fixed decree.

E'en now my bands of Heavenly Maids have spied Fair dwelling by the Hermit's side— There by her father's bidding rests she still, Sweet minister, upon the cold bleak hill. Go,, go! perform this great emprise, And free from fear the Rulers of the Skies; We need thy favour, as the new-sown grain Calls for the influence of the gentle rain.