(EPIMETHEUS.)
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WAKE again, Teutonic Father-ages, Speak again, beloved primeval creeds; Flash ancestral spirit from your pages, Wake the greedy age to noble deeds. …… Ye who built the churches where we worship, Ye who framed the laws by which we move, Fathers, long belied, and long forsaken, Oh, forgive the children of your love! (PEOMETHEUS.) There will we find laws which shall interpret, Through the simpler past, existing life; Delving up from mines and fairy caverns Charmed blades to cut the age's strife. —Rev. Charles Kingsley.—The Saints' Tragedy.
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