The Oracles Are Dumb, No

A Grateful Mind/ By Owing Owes Not, But Still Pays, At Once/ Indebted And Discharg'd.

Hail Holy Light, Offspring Of Heav'n Firstborn!

Which Way I Fly Is Hell; Myself Am Hell.

See Golden Days, Fruitful Of Golden Deeds, With Joy And Love Triumphing.

Sometime Let Gorgeous Tragedy In Sceptred Pall Come Sweeping By, Presenting Thebes, Or Pelops' Line, Or The Tale Of Troy Divine.