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Beseems that with blithe heart thou welcome one

Who hath done thee such service fair.

Splendour ye shed on Alexibius’ son,

O Graces of bright hair!

O happy thou, that after labour sore

Thou hast the praise of noblest song

To keep thy memory green! Mid those twoscore

Drivers, who mid the throng

Were hurled to earth, thou with a heart undaunted

Didst drive unscathed thy chariot on,

And now to Libya from Games glory-haunted

And thy sires’ home hast won.