When to Him of the hair unshorn I come paying
Due honour with choral dance-arraying
In Keos by sea-waves weltered about—
Strains hailed by her shipmen with jubilant shout—
And honour the Isthmian ridge that doth sunder
Two seas that against its crag-walls thunder.
To Kadmus’ people from Isthmus have gone
Six crowns in her athlete-contests won
To grace with triumphant victory’s glory
My motherland, where, as is told in story,
Of Alkmena was born that aweless son