We mortals let an ox grow old, and then

Cut it up after long consideration,—

But joyous-minded Hermes from the glen

Drew the fat spoils to the more open station

Of a flat smooth space, and portioned them; and when

He had by lot assigned to each a ration

Of the twelve Gods, his mind became aware

Of all the joys which in religion are.

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