ow before us,

    And sil o us;

    And like t led isle,

    till h died calling upon us.

    All this have I done, and more.

    And all t I y and vain.

    Vain is ty is the sleep,

    And ty and vain is the dream.

    third God

    Brot brothers,

    Dole grove

    A girl is dancing to the moon,

    A tars are in her hair,

    About  a thousand wings.

    Second God

    e ed man, our vine, and tilled the soil

    In t of t dawn.

    e che lean branches grow,

    And the days of seasonless years

    e nursed t leaves.

    From t we she bud,

    And against all dark spirits he flower.

    And no our vine he grape

    You  take it to the cup.

    ier ?

    And  as the wine?

    Man is food for the gods,

    And the glory of man begins

    h is sucked by gods hallowed lips.

    All t is s for naug remain;

    t ecstasy of youth,

    tern manhe wisdom of old age;

    triumph of warriors,

    ts and ts;

    All t lietherein is bred for gods.

    And naug bread ungraced s be

    If t not to ths.

    And as te grain turns to love songs wingale,

    Even so as bread fo gods saste godhead.

    First God

    Aye, man is meat for gods!

    And all t is man sernal board!

    th,

    t t pierces t,

    And tling he sleep she craves,

    to pour life exed from ;

    tormented,

    And t;

    tilling the barren land,

    And t of pale old age w