To the Gods we ne'er can render
Praise for every good they grant;
Let us, with devotion tender,
Minister to grief and want.
Quenched be hate and wrath forever,
Pardoned be our mortal foe-
May our tears upbraid him never,
No repentance bring him low! (Friedrich Schiller)

To the Gods we ne'er can render Praise for every good they grant; Let us, with devotion tender, Minister to grief and want. Quenched be hate and wrath forever, Pardoned be our mortal foe- May our tears upbraid him never, No repentance bring him low!

Friedrich Schiller

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