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But thee unto Oenopia’s isle he bore, and couched with thee.

And there unto the Thunder-crashing Father didst thou bear

A godlike scion, Aiakus, of men most righteous he;

Yea, even to the Gods in Heaven contention’s arbiter

Was he. His hero-sons and children’s children war-delighting

With peerless valour met the clanging bronze of warriors fighting;

And self-controlled they ruled their spirit, even as wisdom taught them.

Now when the Gods in council met, of all this they bethought them,

When Zeus with glory-girt Poseidon in contention strove

For Thetis’ hand; for either God was captive of her love,

And fain would win the fairest; but impossible it was

That Heaven’s eternal counsels should bring such a thing to pass