2.2.

In conclusion, Reverend Griffum gave several verses from a primitive hymn sung centuries ago by the simple villagers found along the tributaries of the Blue Nile:*

Always we must hate:

So spake the gods, Those who never mate And all other odds.

Come, and let us extirpate Those who love each other, Cast out queer and celibate, Never call them brother.

Risk not security

Disturb not your mind;

Smite with celerity

Peace in hate we'll find.

CHANT (more slowly)

Love, love is dead.

Hate is on the throne

Trouble not your head,

Now that Right is known . . .

Now that right is Known.

• Freely translated from a tape recording made in 1947 by Dr. Ossip Anthropowski.

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