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Rh  And he who took, unknown to any other, The sweet refreshment handed to a brother. And so, from each to each, till round was made The circuit wholly—when the grapes at last, Untouched and tempting, to Macarius passed.

"Now God be thanked!" he cried, and ceased his toil; "The seed was good, but better was the soil. My brothers, join with me to bless the day." But, ere they knelt, he threw the grapes away.

EVER nobler was the Senate,
 * Never grander the debate:

Rome's old gods are on their trial
 * By the judges of the state!