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 110 EARTH'S ANSWER.

ARTH raised up her head

From the darkness dread and drear.

Her light fled,

Stony dread!

And her locks cover'd with grey despair.

Prison'd on watery shore,

Starry Jealousy does keep my den:

Cold and hoar,

Weeping o'er,

I hear the father of the ancient men.

Selfish father of men,

Cruel, jealous, selfish fear,

Can delight,

Chained in night,

The virgins of youth and morning bear?

Does spring hide its joy

When buds and blossoms grow?

Does the sower

Sow by night,

Or the ploughman in darkness plough?