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Lover of splendour, above all cities beauty-dowered,

Persephone’s home, who dost dwell by Akragas’ water-meads green

Sheep-pastured, throned on thine hill of the ramparts stately-towered,

With kindly favour of Gods and of men accept, O Queen,

This crown that from Pytho is brought thee: the glory of Midas hailing

Welcome him, him who is champion of Hellas in that flute-strain

Which Pallas Athene devised when she wove into music the wailing

Of the Gorgons fierce, their death-dirge over a sister slain,