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ATLANTIS.



PRELUDE.
I.
F earth's lost youth thou hast revived in dreams, Hast set swift sails and moored in ports of yore,Up shining channels traced forgotten streams Enriched with lilies white from rim to core; Thou needs must know that strange barbaric shore,(Nathless unhistoried now and long submerged,) Where Neptune's sons imperial sceptres bore;Against whose sparkling borders, blossom-verged,Their fleet, wave-climbing steeds, the gods of ocean urged.
