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To be for the fair-famed land of his mother

A ruler of cities, in all thy labour

To be ever a loyal friend and brother,

O Heracles! If a man may prove

Of his fellow-man any fruition of love,

Then well may we say that neighbour to neighbour

Is a joy that is worth all else beside

If with steadfast heart in his love he abide.

Now if also a God will sanction this,

By thy favour, O queller of giants, it is

That, rendering aye love-homage meet

To his father, fain would Sogenes

Dwell mid ancestral memories

In the stately-builded sacred street