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HYMN LXXV

HYMN LXXV 1. Couples desirous of thine aid are storming thee, pouring their    presents forth to win a stall of king pouring gifts, Indra,    seeking thee.   When two men seeking spoil or heaven thou bringest face to    face in war,   Thou showest, Indra, then the bolt, thy constant friend, the bull    that ever waits on thee. 2. This thine heroic power full well the people knew, wherewith    thou brakest down, Indra, autumnal forts, brakest them down    with conquering might. p. 326   Thou hast chastised. O Indra, Lord of strength, the man who    worships not,   And made thine own this great earth and these water-floods,    with joyous heart these water-floods. 3. And they have bruited far this hero might, when thou, O Strong   One, in thy joy helpest thy suppliants who sought to win thee    for their Friend.   Their battle-cry thou madest sound victorious in the shocks of    war.   One stream after another have they gained from thee, eager for    glory have they gained.