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And silent drink. The tumult of our mirth Is worse than our mad welcoming of birth:—
 * The thunder hath a grandeur, but the rains,

Without the thunder, quench the thirst of Earth.

The Prophets, too, among us come to teach.
 * Are one with those who from the pulpit preach;

They pray, and slay, and pass away, and yet Our ills are as the pebbles on the beach.