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Rh Over the astonished world, And lookest from the clouds there Down on its riches and majesty, Which thou from the veins of these thy brothers Round thee here waterest.

 THE WANDERER'S STORM-SONG.

whom thou ne'er leavest, Genius, Feels no dread within his heart At the tempest or the rain. He whom thou ne'er leavest, Genius, Will to the rain clouds, Will to the hail-storm, Sing in reply As the lark sings, O thou on high!

Him whom thou ne'er leavest, Genius, Thou wilt raise above the mud-track With thy fiery pinions. He will wander, As, with flowery feet, Over Deucalion's dark flood, Python-slaying, light, glorious, Pythius Apollo.

Him whom thou ne'er leavest, Genius, Thou wilt place upon thy fleecy pinion, 