Chapter_7

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Chiefest is water of all things, for streaming

Therefrom all life and existence came;

And all proud treasure of princes the gleaming

Splendour of gold outshines, as the flame

Of a great fire flings through the night its rays.

But, heart of mine, if thou fain wouldst praise

Triumphs in athlete-contests won,

Search not, when day with his glory is glowing,

For a radiant star more life-bestowing

In the whole void sky, than the kingly sun.

Even so shall we find no brighter crown

Than Olympia giveth whereof to sing;

For thence doth the chant of high renown

O’er the spirits of bards its perfume fling,

When, the praise of Kronion in song resounding,

Unto Hiero’s blest hearth wealth-abounding

The hymn of his praise they bring.