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Its ancient bands reluctantly my tongue

Doth loose, a long hid secret to divulge;

For once imparted, it resumes no more

The safe asylum of the inmost heart,

But thenceforth, as the powers above decree,

Doth work its ministry of weal or woe.

Attend! I issue from the Titan's race.