BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE.
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They had to furnish forth a plenteous feast:And then shut close the doors o' the hall, midway,"Because it is not proper friends who feastShould hear a groaning or be grieved," quoth he.
Whereat the hero, who was truth itself,Let out the smile again, repressed awhileLike fountain-brilliance one forbids to play.He did too many grandnesses, to noteMuch in the meaner things about his path:And stepping there, with face towards the sun,Stopped seldom to pluck weeds or ask their names.Therefore he took Admetos at the word:This trouble must not hinder any moreA true heart from good will and pleasant ways.And so, the great arm, which had slain the snake,Strained his friend's head a moment in embraceOn that broad breast beneath the lion's-hide,
