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Rh Indict the emmett for her industry, Impugn the cricket's gay improvidence, The fox's craft, the lamb's simplicity, But leave to man the passion of that pride Which sets him, sole among Creation's Sons Feet in the dust, and forehead in the stars To stand erect, and gaze upon the sky.

( stands speaking thro' the grille, her back to the audience.)

Curséd be they that worship graven Gods Who boast themselves in Idols. Babylas, Purge them with fire, Blessed Babylas, Death to the Pagans, burn them out like rats Which scurried from Serapis' image late When his great idol to our axes fell. Ah, soon shall a last supreme burn'd offering