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228 Age after age has rolled away, Altars and thrones have felt decay, Sages and saints have risen; And, like a giant roused from sleep, Man has explored the pathless deep, And lightnings snatched from heaven, And many a shrine in dust is laid, Where kneeling nations homage paid, By rock, or fount, or grove: Ephesian Dian sees no more Her workmen fuse the silver ore, Nor Capitolian Jove. E'en Salem's hallowed courts have ceased With solemn pomps her tribes to feast, No more the victim bleeds \; To censers filled with rare perfumes, And vestments from Egyptian looms, A purer rite succeeds.