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“Immortal Peoples of the starlit Pole, whose seats adorn this constellated sphere; if the stout Race of valour-breathing soul from Lusus springing still to thought be dear, Your high Intelligences lief unroll the writ of mighty Fate: her will is clear, this Deed to cold Oblivion’s shade shall doom the fame of Persia, ’Assyria, Greece, and Rome.