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Libanius:
Know that to-day the Galilean horde
Bear forth the body of their Babylas,
Expell'd this all too long polluted grove.
And fervent, the devout in Antioch
Pray the great giver of good, Father of light,
Breathing by Sibylline Theonӧe
To grant them answer of his speaking spring,
Silent so long thro' presence of the dead
How fares our hope, our stay, our Julian
Upon his Parthian venture.
Damis:
Well ye do,
Seeking enlightenment of Helios,
Truth's self, the Sun all-seeing. Not for me
Serapis' screed delivered in a dream,
Or chance-caught word in temple Memphian,
I sue not at such seats of sooth-saying
As where, by torch-light, men at Megara,
