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“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.