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FRANCIS KAZINCZI.
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And then we descended,
And so we are here,
No helper attended,
No helping was near;
The heads of our nation
Look'd up from the wave,
And called for salvation
On him who could save.
He turned away frowning,
And Nemesis cried,
"Jove! doom them to drowning!"
He laugh'd at our pride,
Nor thought of the danger
Of waking our power.
At last his hot anger
Passed quietly o'er;
An epoch of blessings
Soon dawn'd on our race;
And Juno's caressings,
More sweet than before,
O'ershadow'd with glory this beautiful place.
Brekeke, brekeke, brekeke;
Koax, koax—too-oo, too-oo!
Our temple is bright as
The temple above;
Its arches as light as
Heaven's arches of love.
