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Rh The rulers immortal Avert from whole peoples Their blessing-fraught glances, And shun, in the children, To trace the once cherished, Still eloquent features Their ancestors wore.

Thus chanted the Parcæ; The old man, the banished, In gloomy vault lying. Their song overheareth, Sons, grandsons rememb'reth, And shaketh his head.