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Rh But if the moon throws out across the sea

Too dim a light, too wavering a way,

Come when the sunset paves a path for Thee

Across the waters fading into gray.

Dead nations saw Thee dimly in release—

In Aphrodite rising from the foam:

Some glimmer of Thy beauty was on Greece,

Some trembling of Thy passion was on Rome.

Come down, O Mother, to the helpless land,

That we may frame our Freedom into Fate:

Come down, and on the throne of nations stand,

That we may build Thy beauty in the State.

Come shining in upon our daily road,

Uphold the hero heart and light the mind;

Quicken the strong to lift the People's load,

And bring back buried justice to mankind.

Shine through the frame of nations for a light,

Move through the hearts of heroes in a song:

It is Thy beauty, wilder than the night,

That hushed the heavens and keeps the high gods strong.

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