Thou, God, shalt be like unto dead

Men.

PAN

Grace

I take not of men's thanksgiving,

I crave not of lips that live;

They die, and behold, I am living,

While they and their dead Gods give

Place.

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THALASSIUS

Yea:

Too lightly the words were spoken

That mourned or mocked at thee dead:

But whose was the word, the token,

The song that answered and said

Nay?

PAN

Whose

But mine, in the midnight hidden,

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