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'Tis mine then to bring succour, and to save

My suppliant. Earth and Heaven are both afraid

For God's wrath, if one helpless is betrayed.

Pallas Athena, from Apollo's wing

I come; receive in peace this hunted thing

My sin no more polluteth, nor with hand

Unpurified before thy throne I stand.

A blunted edge, grief-worn and sanctified

By pain, where'er men traffic or abide,

On, on, o'er land and sea I have made my way,

True-purposed Loxias' bidding to obey.

At last I have found thy House; thine image I

Clasp, and here wait thy judgement till I die.

Ha! Here he has passed. Spot reeketh upon spot.

Blood is a spy that points and babbles not.