When Nature underneath a heap |
Of jarring atoms lay, |
And could not heave her head, |
The tuneful voice was heard from high, |
Arise ye more than dead
When Nature underneath a heap |
Of jarring atoms lay, |
And could not heave her head, |
The tuneful voice was heard from high, |
Arise ye more than dead
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