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Nature's self's thy Ganymede.
Nature's self's thy Ganymede.
Speak of the gods as they are.
Speak of the gods as they are.
 Ye immortal gods! where in the world are we?
 [Lat., O dii immortales! ubinam gentium sumus?]  
 Ye immortal gods! where in the world are we?
 [Lat., O dii immortales! ubinam gentium sumus?] 
 The heathen in his blindness
 Bows down to wood and stone.  
 The heathen in his blindness
 Bows down to wood and stone. 
When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers.
When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers.
 Creator Venus, genial power of love,
 The bliss of men below, and gods above!
  Beneath the sliding read more 
 Creator Venus, genial power of love,
 The bliss of men below, and gods above!
  Beneath the sliding sun thou runn'st thy race,
   Dost fairest shine, and best become thy place;
    For thee the winds their eastern blasts forbear,
     Thy mouth reveals the spring, and opens all the year;
      Thee, goddess, thee, the storms of winter fly,
       Earth smiles with flowers renewing, laughs the sky. 
 There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,
 There's a little marble cross below the town,
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 There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,
 There's a little marble cross below the town,
  There's a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew,
   And the yellow god forever gazes down. 
 The confounding of all right and wrong, in wild fury, has averted 
from us the gracious favor of the read more 
 The confounding of all right and wrong, in wild fury, has averted 
from us the gracious favor of the gods.
 [Lat., Omnia fanda, nefanda, malo permista furore,
  Justificam nobis mentem avertere deorum.] 
 The Graces, three erewhile, are three no more;
 A fourth is come with perfume sprinkled o'er.
  'Tis read more 
 The Graces, three erewhile, are three no more;
 A fourth is come with perfume sprinkled o'er.
  'Tis Berenice blest and fair; were she
   Away the Graces would no Graces be.