Near.

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Yet

The panic that strikes down strangers

Transgressing thy ways unaware

Affrights not me nor endangers

Through dread of thy secret snare

Set.

PAN

Whence

May man find heart to deride me?

Who made his face as a star

To shine as a God's beside me?

Nay, get thee away from us, far

Hence.

THALASSIUS

Then

Shall no man's heart, as he raises

A hymn to thy secret head,

Wax great with the godhead he praises:

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