He, too, had vultures tearing at his breast.
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Hush, Pagan plaints! our Titan is unbound;
The cruel beak and talons scared away;
As once upon his mother’s lap he lay
So rests his head august on holy ground;
Spells stronger than his own his pangs have found;
He hears no clamour of polemic fray,
Nor reeks he what unthankful men may say;
Nothing can vex him in that peace profound.