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Yet there cometh Oblivion’s wildering mist, to misguide

The hearts of men, and to cause them to swerve aside

From the deed’s straight path; and so it befell that these

Not bearing the seed of flame to the altar drew nigh.

So with fireless rites did they plant those hallowed trees

On their citadel’s height. Yet Zeus drew over their sky

A fire-hued cloud whence rained gold plenteously,

And the Grey-eyed made them in all craft-mysteries