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,