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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