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But let none press on to achievement that reacheth

Farther beyond that bound!⁠—

And in that house many a lover

Of the rearing of steeds was found.

And they joyed in the lore that the War-god teacheth.

But ere one day’s hours passed over,

The merciless sleet-laden tempest of war had bereft of hero-scions four

That hearth once happy; but now again

After the wintry gloom of the months of changeful vesture, the earth once more

Hath blossomed with roses of crimson grain