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Immortal powers!

Whose pure and blest existence glides away

'Mid ever shifting clouds, me have ye kept

So many years secluded from the world,

Retain'd me near yourselves, consign'd to me

The childlike task to feed the sacred fire,

And taught my spirit, like the hallow'd flame,

With never-clouded brightness to aspire

To your pure mansions—but at length to feel

With keener woe the horror of my house?

O tell me of the poor unfortunate!

Speak of Orestes!