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Know that to-day the Galilean horde Bear forth the body of their Babylas, Expell'd this all too long polluted grove. And fervent, the devout in Antioch Pray the great giver of good, Father of light, Breathing by Sibylline Theonӧe To grant them answer of his speaking spring, Silent so long thro' presence of the dead How fares our hope, our stay, our Julian Upon his Parthian venture.

Well ye do, Seeking enlightenment of Helios, Truth's self, the Sun all-seeing. Not for me Serapis' screed delivered in a dream, Or chance-caught word in temple Memphian, I sue not at such seats of sooth-saying As where, by torch-light, men at Megara,