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For Poseidon their kinsman’s consent would he win, who from Aigae on shores Euboean

Oft rideth the ridges of sea to the world-famed Dorian Isthmus, where

Glad chorus-companies welcome the God with the reed-flutes’ ringing paean,

And men contend in the lists with the fearless strength of lithe limbs there.

’Tis the Fate which is linked with the hour of our birth that controlleth our whole life long

Our actions. Thou from Aegina twice, Euthymenes the strong,

Hast leapt to the arms of Victory, and hast won the guerdon of song.