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When on the seven great pyres the dead lay burning,

Before Thebes’ gates the son of Talaos cried:

“For one that is not here mine heart is yearning,

Eye of mine host, good seer and warrior tried!”

And this same praise in song processional

To Syracuse’ son is rendered with all fitness.

I, who hate strife and disputation’s gall,

With a great oath to him I bear my witness:

The sweet-voiced Muses sanction it withal.