Who art thou?
Why doth thy wrath wreck havoc,
‘Pon this humble hamlet's door?
Sage father.
Whence thy children dared rebel,
Thou didst strip them of their might,
Their women ceased to bear wings,
And their men, made cyclopes.
Oh! Sage father, reveal thy-will
Why must thou annihilate them so,
For the sins of those who came before?
Oh, Sage father!
When their sons bled ‘pon the lands,
Why didst thou munch their women?
Yet thou hast drained them the divine,
Enough!
Oh! Sage father,
This, a plea.
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