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O well is thee King Numa	A
Within thy secret cave	B
Where thy bones are ever moistened	C
By sad Egeria s wave	B
None now have power to pilfer	D
The treasure of thy tomb	A
And reveal the institutions	E
And secret Rites of Rome	A
O blessed be the Senate	F
That stowed those books away	G
Curst be the attempt of Niebuhr	H
To drag them into day	G
Light be the pressure Numa	A
Around thy watery bed	I
May no perplexing problems	J
Infest thy kingly head	I
As thus I blessed King Numa	A
And struggled hard with sleep	K
I felt unwonted chillness	J
O er all my members creep	K
Before mine eyes in fragments	J
The fireplace seemed to roll	L
The chillness left my body	M
And slid into my soul	L
Deep in Egeria's grotto	N
I saw the darksome well	O
I slowly sunk to Numa	A
But why I cannot tell	O
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What Livest thou still old Sabine	P
With thy mysterious wife	Q
Yes here beneath the surface	J
We lead a torpid life	Q
But little think the Critics	J
Who nullify old Rome	A
That in these benumbing waters	J
I always lived at home	A
Never was I a Sabine	P
Or lived like men above	R
No mortal wight was Numa	A
Who quelled the fear of Jove	R
Before my day the Romans	J
Served gods of wood and stone	S
But what each man had fashioned	C
That worshipped he alone	S
With care he saved the silver	D
With pains the mould designed	T
He loved and feared the offspring	U
Of his pocket and his mind	T
To him he went for counsel	V
And then to Common Sense	J
When both of these had failed him	A
He took to tossing pence	J
But I forbade all tossing	U
Made men enquire of beasts	J
Pulled down all private idols	J
And set up public priests	J
Birds too said I are holy	M
They show us things to come	A
They have more subtle spirits	J
Than wooden idols dumb	A
No longer burn your incense	J
Before your private shrine	W
My Vestals are most careful	V
To feed the flame divine	W
Dismiss all fear of idols	J
Of demons and of gods	J
My Augurs will protect you	X
With their long crooked rods	J
With such the careful shepherd	Y
Drags lambs from ditches deep	K
With such he points to heaven	Z
When they are fast asleep	K
O trust me those same Augurs	J
Know more about the stars	J
Than you whose only business	J
Is everlasting wars	J
How can you be religious	J
How can they work for bread	I
You sinners must be shriven	Z
My Augurs must be fed	I
You know dividing labour	A2
To nations riches brings	J
So let my Augurs shrive you	X
While you mind earthly things	J
Your case I ve set before you	X
You see the thing to do	X
If you fork out the needful	V
They do your job for you	X
With this and other speeches	J
I brought the people round	B2
Till not a single Roman	Z
In Jove s house can be found	B2
For well he knows each evening	U
When bells in steeples toll	L
Tis a sign that well paid Augurs	J
Are helping on his soul	L
Twas this that kept em quiet	F
Through all my fabled reign	Z
Till quarrelsome young Tullus	J
Brought battles back again	Z
Thus my cold blooded doctrines	J
The fear of Jove could quell	O
Wonder not then to find me	M
Alive here in a well	O

James Clerk Maxwell

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