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At the hallowed eagle of Zeus! O my soul, on the bow be thou aiming⁠—

And at whom in all love wilt thou speed

The renown-giving arrow? To Akragas send thou it, boldly proclaiming⁠—

Bidding Truth of thine oath take heed⁠—

That through years five-score no city on earth hath been known to rear on

Her breast any son more kindly in spirit to friends than Theron,

None of more liberal deed.