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O Thou, who doff the roots of Ocean [pontos] keep in seats cærulean, dæmon of the deep, With fifty nymphs (attending in thy train, fair virgin artists) glorying thro' the main: The dark foundation of the rolling sea and Earth's wide bounds, belong much-fam'd to thee; Great dæmon, source of all, whose pow'r can make the Earth's [Deo's] unmeasur'd, holy basis shake, When blust'ring winds in secret caverns pent, by thee excited, struggle hard for vent: Come, blessed Nereus, listen to my pray'r, and cease to shake the earth with wrath severe;