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 god is scattered here and there: deep hidden in the windy sand

I saw his giant granite hand still clenched in impotent despair.

And many a wandering caravan of stately negroes silken-shawled,

Crossing the desert, halts appalled before the neck that none can span.

And many a bearded Bedouin draws back his yellow-striped burnous

To gaze upon the Titan thews of him who was thy paladin. 303