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89
Was heard the wild and startling scream Of swiftly-flying, fire-fed steed, Dashing along at wondrous speed, And scattering here, far and near, Wealth and strength in his proud career; And thus, among the gray foot-hills, Spires and homes, and shops and mills Have risen as though genii hands Had wrought where this fair city stands.
The rarest of the glist'ning gems
That deck the city's browó The brightest in her diadem,
Is this we're setting now; And he who gave this temple name,
Shall crown the beauteous queen, And coming years shall sing his fame
And keep his memory green.
Each lovely Muse, who has a place
Within this temple grand, His dreams and waking thoughts shall grace,
And bless his open hand ; For 'neath the sun, no fairer shrine,
Since Delphi, lost so long, Was ever lifted to the Nine
Of Art, and Soul, and Song.