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To you, O race from Lusus sprung! I say, to whom such puny part of Earth is dole’d nay, what say I of Earth, but of His sway who ruleth all the rounded skies enfold? You, whom ne dangers dure ne dire dismay from conqu’ering brutal Heathenesse withhold, but eke no greed of gain may wean from love of Mother-essence throned the Heavens above.