See ye these heart-wounds, whence and how they came?
Yea, when it sleeps, the mind is bright with eyes;[[483]]
But in the day it is man's lot to lack
All true discernment. Many a gift of mine
Have ye lapped up, libations pure from wine,[[484]]
And soothing rites that shut out drunken mirth;
And I dread banquets of the night would offer
On altar-hearth, at hour no God might share.
And lo! all this is trampled under foot.
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