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Cast ye not stones at your prophets, For like the birds bards are alone: They never will return to him Who casts but once at them a stone.

A nation seeks God’s punishment When unrevered its bards it wrongs; And direst is the curse of God, Whenever he withdraws his songs.

A poet’s heart is truly pure, And likewise from all wrath apart, And from his heart whate’er he sings, That carry thou within thy heart.