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Oh thou degenerate child of the great and glorious mother,
But those ever governed with vigor the earth they had conquered,–These instructed the world that they with cunning had won.Say! what renown does history grant thee? Thou, Roman-like, gained’stThat with the steel, which with gold, Tyrian-like, then thou didst rule!
Man of virtue has need; -into life with boldness he plunges,
But to woman one virtue suffices; it is ever shiningLovingly forth to the heart; so let it shine to the eye!
See you the towers, that, gray and old,
Steep sternly fronting steep?The Hellespont beneath them swells,And roaring cleaves the Dardanelles,The rock-gates of the deep!Hear you the sea, whose stormy wave,From Asia, Europe clove in thunder?That sea which rent a world, cannotRend love from love asunder!In Hero’s, in Leander’s heart,Thrills the sweet anguish of the dartWhose feather flies from love.All Hebe’s bloom in Hero’s…
That which I learned from the Deity,–
Meekly and gratefully now, here I suspend in his shrine.