Ballads in Blue China by Andrew Lang
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Theocritus of Syracuse,
Apollo left the golden Muse! NATURAL THEOLOGY. [Greek text which cannot be reproduced] OD. III. 47. "Once CAGN was like a father, kind and good, But He was spoiled by fighting many things; He wars upon the lions in the wood, And breaks the Thunder-bird's tremendous wings; But still we cry to Him,--'We are thy brood - O Cagn, be merciful!' and us He brings To herds of elands, and great store of food, And in the desert opens water-springs." So Qing, King Nqsha's Bushman hunter, spoke, Beside the camp-fire, by the fountain fair, When all were weary, and soft clouds of smoke Were fading, fragrant, in the twilit air: And suddenly in each man's heart there woke A pang, a sacred memory of prayer. THE ODYSSEY. |
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