So he brings to his city glory, the weal of the whole state serving.
He is loved for his kindness to strangers: the golden mean alway
In purpose, the golden mean in action he follows unswerving.
His tongue is at one with his thoughts. Amid athletes he is, thou canst say,
As the Naxian stone that in grinding of bronze all other excelleth.
I will give him to drink of Dirke’s taintless spring that upwelleth
By the stately-rampired gates of the city of Kadmus, whose waters
Were caused to leap to the light by Memory’s deep-zoned daughters.