When thou dost send out whirlwinds on thy seas,

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Alternatest thy lightning with its roar,
Thy night with morning, and thy clouds with stars
Or, mightier force unseen in midst of these,
Orderest the life in every airy pore;
Guidest men’s efforts, rul’st mishaps and jars,–
‘Tis only for their hearts, and nothing more.


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