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As seafarers hail as the first boon of Heaven

That their sails by a fair-speeding wind be fanned

When the anchor is weighed, as an earnest given

Of yet fairer return to the home-land’s strand,

So reason enkindleth the expectation

That with this fair fortune linked hand in hand

Shall the fame be of this thy new creation

For athletes and horses and glad celebration

Of her name by the singers. O Lycian King

And Delian, who lovest Castaly’s spring,

Of thy goodwill vouchsafe it, and stablish the thing

For this hero-land.