Chorus from Oedipus Rex O that 'twere mine to keep
An awful purity,
In words and deeds whose laws on high are set
Through heaven's clear æ ther spread,
Whose birth Olympos boasts,
Their one, their only sire,
Whom man's frail flesh begat not,
Nor in forgetfulness
Shall lull to sleep of death;
In them our God is great,
In them He grows not old for evermore.