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THE PRAYER OF ORESTES.

Orestes.
O King Apollo! God Apollo! god
Powerful to smite and powerful to preserve!
If there is blood upon me, as there seems,
Purify that black stain (thou only canst)
With every rill that bubbles from these caves
Audibly; and come willing to the work.
No; 'tis not they; 'tis blood; 'tis blood again
That bubbles in my ear, that shakes the shades
Of thy dark groves, and lets in hateful gleams,
Bringing me . . What dread sight! What sound abhorr'd!
What screams! They are my mother's: 'Tis her eye
That through the snakes of those three furies glares,
And makes them hold their peace that she may speak.
Has thy voice bidden them all forth? they slink,
Some that would hide away, but must turn back,
And others like blue lightnings bound along
From rock to rock; and many hiss at me
As they draw nearer. Earth, fire, water, all

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Abominate the deed of Gods commanded.
Alas! I came to pray, not to complain;
And lo! my speech is impious as my deed!