And in Pellene, Megara, Sikyon,
And in the Aiakids’ close fair-walled around,
And at Eleusis, shining Marathon,
And towns by Etna’s huge mass overfrowned,
Euboea—nay, all Hellas through, thy questing
Shall prove them countless. Zeus, who answerest prayer,
Light let their feet glide on! Be honour resting
On these, all bliss be theirs and fortune fair!