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Duly with knees that feign to quake -- / Bent head and shaded brow, -- / Yet once again, for my father's sake, / In Rimmon's House I bow.
The curtains part, and the trumpet blares, / And the eunuchs howl aloud; / And the gilt, swag-bellied idol glares / Insolent over the crowd.