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In the seventeenth generation so should the word be fulfilled

Which at Thera Medea spake, which the daughter passionate-willed

Of Aietes, the Colchian princess, breathed from immortal lips

To the heroes that with Jason fared on the highway of ships:

“Hearken to me, ye scions of warriors mighty-souled,

Ye that of Gods be descended, to the thing of my tongue foretold:

Lo, from this land of Thera that is scourged by the brine of the sea

Shall in Epaphus’ daughter Libya be planted in days to be

A root that shall grow into cities that mortals shall hold full dear.

To the temple-foundations of Ammon, of Libyan Zeus, lying near.