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| YOU 1 twice ten hundred deities, | |
| To whom we daily sacrifice; | |
| You powers that dwell with fate below, | |
| And see what men are doomed to do, | |
| Where elements in discord dwell; | 5 |
| Thou god of sleep, arise and tell | |
| Great Zempoalla what strange fate | |
| Must on her dismal vision wait! | |
| By the croaking of the toad, | |
| In their caves that make abode; | 10 |
| Earthly, dun, that pants for breath, | |
| With her swelled sides full of death; | |
| By the crested adders’ pride, | |
| That along the clifts do glide; | |
| By thy visage fierce and black; | 15 |
| By the death’s head on thy back; | |
| By the twisted serpents placed | |
| For a girdle round thy waist; | |
| By the hearts of gold that deck | |
| Thy breast, thy shoulders, and thy neck: | 20 |
| From thy sleepy mansion rise, | |
| And open thy unwilling eyes, | |
| While bubbling springs their music keep, | |
| That use to lull thee in thy sleep. | |
