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ORESTES

e in far lands did Justice call, cold queen

Among the dead, who after heat and haste 

At length have leisure for her steadfast voice,

That gathers peace from the great deeps of hell.

She call'd me, saying: 'I heard a cry by night!

Go thou, and question not; within thy halls

My will awaits fulfilment. Lo, the dead

Cries out before me in the under-world.

Seek not to justify thyself: in me

Be strong, and I will show thee wise in time;

For, though my face be dark, yet unto those

Who truly follow me through storm or shine,

For these the veil shall fall, and they shall see

They walked with Wisdom, though they knew her not.'

So sped I home; and from the under-world

Forever came a wind that fill'd my sails,

Cold, like a spirit! and ever her still voice

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