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riesthood, cowering from the brim, Chanted thus its faltering hymn. XII "Ocean sire, the earth enclasping, Like a babe upon thy knee, In thy cosmic cycle grasping All that hath been, or shall be; "Thou, that art around and over All we labour to discover; Thou, to whom our world no more Than a shell is on thy shore; "God, that wast Supreme, or ever Orus, or Osiris, saw; God, with whom is no endeavour, But thy will eternal law: XIII "We, who keep thy feasts and fastings, We, who live on thy off-castings, Here in low obeisance crave Rich abundance of thy wave. "Seven years now, for some transgression, Some neglect, or outrage vile, Vainly hath our poor procession Offered life, and soul to Nile. "Seven years now of promise fickle, Niggard ooze, and paltry trickle, Freshet sprinkling scanty dole, Where the roaring flood should roll. XIV "Therefore are thy children dwindled, Therefore is thine altar bare; Wheat, and rye, and millet spindled, And the fruits of earth despair. "Men with haggard bellies languish, Bridal beds are strewn with anguish, Mothers sell their babes for bread, Half the holy kine are dead. "Is thy wrath at last relaxing? Art thou merciful, once more? Yea, behold the torrent waxing! Yea, behold the flooded shore! XV "Nile, that now with life-blood tidest, And in gorgeous cold subsidest, Richer than our victor tread Stirred in far Hydaspes' bed; "When thy swelling crest o'er-waveth Yonder twenty cubit mark, And thy tongue of white foam laveth Borders of the desert dark, "This, the fairest Theban maiden, Shall be thine, with jewels laden; Lift thy furrowed brow, and see _Lita_, dedicate to thee!" [Illustration: 032.] XVI Thus he spake, and lowly stooping O'er the Calasiris hem, Took the holy water, scooping With a bowl of lucid gem; Chanting from the Bybline psalter Touched he then her forehead altar; Sleeking back the trickled jet, There the marriage-seal he set. "None of mortals dare pursue thee, None come near thy hallowed side: Nile's thou art, and he shall woo thee,-- Nile, who swal
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