The black or brilliant from her thunder-rift.。，
The people we have yet to know;。，A poet, half a prophet, rose
Oracle of the market! thence you drew。，For welcome, bent to prove their worth.
III。，Cleft like the fated house in twain,
。，They shadow you with Homer, knock you flat
Much that we hope for hangs with you:。，
。，Herself not yielding what it won:-
。，Wagger of tail for all save war; -
。，Where conscience shows the eyeing of an ox
。，The senses loving Earth or well or ill
A headless tyrant built of wealth,。，
Is verse that shuns their self-producing time.。，VII
Is verse that shuns their self-producing time.。，For battle with a grievous wrong,
Their worthiest from shore to shore。，She saw the young Dominion strip
A chasm sheer into the barrier rock,。，Showers down in lumps a load of alms,
With cheerful fervour of a warrior's mien。，Lost sheared sheep hurt her tender heart
What barrenly they yearn for seemed distilled。，No longer wast thou then mere light, fair soul!
，Cherish the promise of its good intents,。，Irradiate, and through ruinous floods uplift.