_in three interwoven Strophes and Antistrophes._
Late came vengeance on Troy, late now has it blest this heaven-sent
exile, and our Master's house is freed. On a lover of the war of guile
has Revenge come subtle-souled, Vengeance who
Is guileful without guile,
Halting of foot and tarrying over-long;
The will of Gods is strangely over-ruled,
It may not help the vile.
At last we see the light. All-working Time with cleansing rites will
purify the house; Fortune's throws shall fall with gladsome cast: at
last we see the light. {959}