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Philosophy and science, and the springs
fallen before me
I call upon ye by the written charm
They come not yet.-Now by the voice of him
If it be so.—Spirits of earth and air,
stationary; and a voice is heard singing:]
Mortal! to thy bidding bow'd,
Which the breath of twilight builds,
Voice of the SECOND SPIRIT.
Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains,
They crown'd him long ago
With a diadem of snow.
The Avalanche in his hand;
for my command.
Moves onward day by day;
I am the spirit of the place,
Could make the mountain bow And quiver to his cavern’d base —
And what with me wouldst Thou?
Voice of the THIRD SPIRIT.
In the blue depth of the waters,
Where the wave hath no strife,
And the sea-snake hath life,
hair with shells;
Came the sound of thy spells;
The deep echo roll'd—
Thy wishes unfold !
Where the slumbering earthquake
Lies pillow'd on fire,
Rise boilingly higher ;