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Rh Monster untamed and wild,

Who crouchest, so they say,

By well-worn gates of doom,

And barkest from thy cavern, warder strong,

In Hades (so the rumours ever spread;)

Grant to our friend clear space to pass along;

(O Thou who owe'st to Earth

And Tartaros thy birth!)

There where he nears the chambers drear and dread;

Thee I implore, who still dost sleep as sleep the dead.