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Rh The war-worn fliers from the battle's wrack

Find refuge at the hallowed altar-side,

The sanctuary divine,—

Ye gods! such refuge unto me provide—

Such sanctuary be mine!

Though the deep will of Zeus be hard to track,

Yet doth it flame and glance,

A beacon in the dark, 'mid clouds of chance

That wrap mankind.

Yea, though the counsel fall, undone it shall not lie,

Whate'er be shaped and fixed within Zeus' ruling mind—

Dark as a solemn grove, with sombre leafage shaded,

His paths of purpose wind,

A marvel to man's eye.

Smitten by him, from towering hopes degraded,

Mortals lie low and still:

Tireless and effortless, works forth its will

The arm divine!

God from His holy seat, in calm of unarmed power,

Brings forth the deed, at its appointed hour!

Let him look down on mortal wantonness!

Lo! how the youthful stock of Belus' line

Craves for me, uncontrolled—

With lust and madness bold—

Urged on by passion's shunless stress—

And, cheated, learns too late the prey has 'scaped their hold!