And as deep as the valley with turmoil to fill;
It bent the great oak standing upright and bold;
It swept away houses, the new with the old,
And together the hut and the mansion were rolled.
Oh! often the “Oracle” gave his command
In a grand, sweeping wave with his lily-white hand;
But the flood only laughed at the magical wand;
And strange now to say, but the dancers did hope
That somewhere a power was in it to cope
’Gainst the flood. They were ready to catch at a straw,