In different grabs and various masks
The idols re-appear in every age:
They e'er retain their youth and gloss
Though man has grown old on this stage.
Prostration 'fore God you presume
As irksome, tedious, burden great
But mind, this homage sets you free
From bonds of men, of might who prate.

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