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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511230" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Death Of Smet-Smet, The Hippopotamus- Goddess</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511230" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Song of a tribe of the ancient Egyptians</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511230" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511230" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> (The Priests within the Temple)<br>She was wrinkled and huge and hideous? She was our Mother.<br>She was lustful and lewd? -- but a God; we had none other.<br>In the day She was hidden and dumb, but at nightfall moaned in the shade;<br>We shuddered and gave Her Her will in the darkness; we were afraid.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511230" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> (The People without)<br> She sent us pain,<br> And we bowed before Her;<br> She smiled again<br> And bade us adore Her.<br> She solaced our woe<br> And soothed our sighing;<br> And what shall we do<br> Now God is dying?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511230" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> (The Priests within)<br>She was hungry and ate our children; -- how should we stay Her?<br>She took our young men and our maidens; -- ours to obey Her.<br>We were loathed and mocked and reviled of all nations; that was our pride.<br>She fed us, protected us, loved us, and killed us; now She has died.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511230" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> (The People without)<br> She was so strong;<br> But death is stronger.<br> She ruled us long;<br> But Time is longer.<br> She solaced our woe<br> And soothed our sighing;<br> And what shall we do<br> Now God is dying?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Rupert+Brooke">Rupert Brooke</a></strong></div>

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