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Glows on him a splendour breathed by the flower-tressed Muses’ breath.

A share in his crown to his namesake mother’s brother he gave,

For whom Ares the brazen-bucklered mingled the wine of death.

Yet a recompense of renown is laid up in store for the brave;

For let him be assured⁠—whosoe’er, overgloomed by the cloud of war,

Beats back the hailstorm of blood from his dear land’s heart afar,