Nine children, beautiful in form and face,
Came from their houses on the shining heights
Of Melek, the mountain of delights,
To dwell among the people at its base.
Then seemed the world to change. All time and space,
Splendor of cloudless days and starry nights,
And men and manners, and all sounds and sights,
Had a new meaning, a diviner grace.
Proud were these children, but were not too proud
To teach the nations, and little country towns
Science and song, and all the arts that please;
So that while housewives span, and farmers ploughed,
Their comely clan, dressed in homespun gowns,
Learned the sweet songs of the Melekes.
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