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Where his home ’twixt thy temples doth stand, which face him

At his goings forth, as with blessing laden:

Like a chariot’s twin yokes, so they embrace him.

And thee, O Heracles ever-blest,

It beseemeth to win to grant his request

Hera’s Lord and the grey-eyed Maiden.

For oft upon mortals canst thou bestow

Help in the hour of the bitter woe

Of hopelessly tangled perplexities.

Oh wouldst thou but link with the life of these

All steadfast strength, through youth’s glad day

Weaving its web of happiness still

Till an easeful eld thy task fulfil!

May their children’s children possess for aye