LXXV
Ay! suddenly the mystic Hand will seal
The saint's devotion and the sinner's weal;
They worship Saturn, but I worship One
Before whom Saturn and the Heavens kneel.
LXXVI
Among the crumbling ruins of the creeds
The Scout upon his camel played his reeds
And called out to his people,—"Let us hence!
The pasture here is full of noxious weeds."
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