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“There shall she bear the son whom thou hast given,

Whom glorious Hermes in his hour of birth

Shall from his mother take, and bear to Earth

And to the Hours, the splendour-throned in Heaven.

And while upon their knees thy child is lying

Soft-cradled, these between his lips shall pour

Ambrosia and nectar; so undying,

Even as a God, shall he be evermore,

As Zeus, as holy Apollo: sweetest, dearest

To all his friends, to their hearts ever nearest.

Nomeus, ‘flock-warder,’ Agreus, these shall name

Thy son, as Aristaius those acclaim.”

His words spurred on the God’s heart passion-thrilling

To bring to pass the bridal’s sweet fulfilling.