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In grief-ridden bays we poured like forgetfulness.
And with words of a prayer of blessing we murmured with fervour
O'er a magical seething of balm-laden springs of thousand-fold aspect.

Before the despairer's eyes our tender billows we opened,
Like numberless lips, in a frenzy eternally moving,
Rendered mute by the blow of a sudden conception abounding in horror.
But the conquerors from their heights our hidden secrets are reading,
From the silvery chart, that hlnms to them from the depths, like to lines on the hand of the night,
And as on the coin, the inscription's glittering impress, proclaiming the value,
The joyful secrets of life speak unto them out of our thousand paths,
That from all the mountainous summits are into one sea poured forth,
And from the multiple strains of our springs, our currents and oceans,
They hear a single beneficent power resounding,
That in changes unnumbered seeks the true face of the earth.

And lo! 'neath their gaze the shattered striving of millions of hands
Grows rigid in one gigantic spirit-like hand that is clasping the earth,