“Do thou range thyself mid the battle-strain
From my man-quelling spear afar!”
O that to fit praise I may attain
Of those that your champions are,
As, bearing my burden of glory’s guerdon,
I speed in the Song-queen’s car!
And may Daring attend me close at my side
And Power all-compassing!
For hither at friendship’s call have I hied,
And at Chivalry’s summons I sing
Of Lampromachus telling in prowess excelling
In the Isthmian athlete-ring.