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O Liberator from degrading pain!
Faller of the white soul's earth-contracted stain.
Helios!
O Golden God whose shadow is the Sun!
Chanting the triumph-song, the Victory won.
Paian!
(At the end of the hymn some pass out by grille, left. Others assemble about Damis and Libanius, who sit on the Temple steps.)
Damis:
How wild was last night's intempestive storm,
The fabrick of the world grows crazy and old,
Strange stars blaze forth portentous characters
Drawn on the tablets of the midnight sky
Threatening menace indecipherable
