130 ICE AND GLACIERS. 



Pine-built houses bears the Atlas 

 On his giant shoulders. O'er his 

 Head a thousand pennons rustle, 

 Floating far upon the breezes, 

 Tokens of his majesty. 



And so beareth he his brothers, 

 And his treasures, and his children, 

 To their primal sire expectant, 

 All his bosom throbbing, heaving 

 With a wild tumultuous joy. 



THEODORE MAKTIN'S Translation. 



