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, who rousest the voice of the thunder, And biddest the storms to awake from their sleep, Who breakest the strength of the mountains asunder, And cleavest the manifold pride of the deep! Thou, who with bountiful torrent and river Dost nourish the heart of the forest and plain, Withhold not Thy gifts O Omnipotent Giver!
 * Hearken, O Lord of Rain!

O Thou, who wieldest Thy deathless dominion O'er mutable legions of earth and the sky, Who grantest the eagle the joy of her pinion, And teachest the young of the koel to fly! 72