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We have no balm to give thee. Festal rites, And joyous sacrifice, the song, the dance, Performed in praise and honour, form alone The duties of our office. Jupiter Deigns not to give commission to his priests To pardon criminals. Seek other shrines, And bend the knee to foreign deities; Thou canst not move the gods of Greece and Rome.

Despite thyself thou giv'st me hope,—speak! say Where shall I bend my steps where seek the fount Whence mercy springs?

Turn to the living God! Forsake these idols made by human hands, These dumb insensate marble images, And seek redemption formfrom [sic] that Holy One, The wonderful, the marvellous! whose name's Above all powers of magic, far above The sorcerer's nightly rites, Thessalian drugs,