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Then rescued from oblivion are their noble deeds by lay

And legend. Oh, the Bassid Clan hath little lack of these,

That house of ancient fame! A freight of triumph-song bear they⁠—

’Tis all their own. Well may their stately march of victories

Inspire the bards who till the fields of the Pierides

With plenteous theme for song! ’Neath Phoebus’ temple’s holy shadow

One of the blood of this same clan, his strong hands gauntlet-bound,

Kallias, won his house a victory in Pytho’s meadow,

Who erst with Golden-distaff Leto’s children favour found.