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these men cry out in prayer to God to stop this fighting and to give the waves the victory.
Even the dreadful tyrant himself who built this dam is frightened. His stony heart quivers at sight of such bloody frays! Oh, how he wishes now to remove these rocks from the sea, and give the waves liberty!
But it is too late, tyrant! To-day, already the the waves sob not! already they ask us pity! For many waves have perished here, too sweet is the vengeance for their brothers! They don’t want reconciliation! Like powerful lionesses the old waves hasten forward, in due time, for help. Their gray manes the winds blow asunder. The continent shakes beneath, the sun dies above. The hurricane runs in front, heaving out the rocks with force. At once with a battle shout, and armed with the courage of
