hound pushed through the crowd, gave one sniff at the small

"Pale wox I, and in vapours hid my face.

"Art thou, too, near such doom? vague fear there is:

"For I have seen my sons most unlike Gods.

"Divine ye were created, and divine

"In sad demeanour, solemn, undisturb'd,

"Unruffled, like high Gods, ye liv'd and ruled:

"Now I behold in you fear, hope, and wrath;

"Actions of rage and passion; even as