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were , to encrease Ihe stillness of the water which 

 just then h.ad become calm. 



c< Infinité power , thou who governesl the world, 

 » sings the conqueror of the tempest ; love who 

 » fertilizest the chaos of éléments, love who fer- 

 » tilizest the chaos of humanity, before ail receive 

 » my prayer ! The seven primitive chords of the 

 » lyre are for hymns of gratitude to the immor- 

 )> tal Gods : two chords are added for the laws 

 » of human society , laws which must be conso- 

 » nant with the accords of the celestial sphère. 

 ï> Strike ! strike ail at once into harmony. Hail 

 » hospitable shore ! Hail , august old mari who 

 »> hast saved me from inévitable shipwreck ! For 

 » my strength was exhausted , and I shonld have pe- 

 » rished , had not the blazing oak discovered an 

 » asylum.Hail marvellous virgin , who appearedst to 

 » me like a divinity in a cloud of fire , like a 

 » beneficent divinity who watchedst over me ! But, 

 » o august old man , and you , incomparable maid , 

 » do you know whom you have torn from death ! 

 » I am an unhappy being without home or country. 

 » I can gather the fruits of no tree , and say : 

 w thèse fruits are mine. I cannot enclose the small- 

 » est portion of ground and say : this field be- 

 » longs to me , there will be my tomb. I am 

 )> like unto wild beasts ; I have no other but the 

 » uninhabited forests ; solitude is my domain , the 

 » sky is my pavilion. And even men , my fellow 

 » créatures, have tried to deprive me of life. Was 

 » there not place enough for them and me under 



