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And the Golden-haired spake from his shrine sweet-breathing:

“Thou must voyage afar o’er a sea surf-seething,

From the shore of Lerna in exile sped,

To a sea-ringed land of pasture, where showered

By the King of the Gods omnipotent-powered

Was a golden snow, when forth of the head

Of Zeus by the axe of Hephaistus sundered

Athena leapt, and her shout far thundered,

That Heaven and Earth-mother quaked with dread.”