Nor taught of any man, but by God's breath

Filled, thou didst raise our life. So the world saith;

So we say.

vv. 40-69  [Pg 5]

Therefore now, O Lord and Chief,

We come to thee again; we lay our grief

On thy head, if thou find us not some aid.

Perchance thou hast heard Gods talking in the shade

Of night, or eke some man: to him that knows,

Men say, each chance that falls, each wind that blows

Hath life, when he seeks counsel. Up, O chief

Of men, and lift thy city from its grief;

Face thine own peril! All our land doth hold

Thee still our saviour, for that help of old:

Shall they that tell of thee hereafter tell

"By him was Thebes raised up, and after fell!"

Nay, lift us till we slip no more. Oh, let

That bird of old that made us fortunate

Wing back; be thou our Oedipus again.

And let thy kingdom be a land of men,

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