To howls and hootings. High above these shrines
The great arch-demon and parental Jove
Of all the Pantheon, a god unknown
But every where adored, omnipotent
And omnipresent to the tribes of men,
Self, rears his temple.
But the day shall come,
When far and wide o’er the regenerate world,
From each green vale and ancient hill, thy sons
Duly to Thee shall bring their evening thanks