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Mother of contests golden-crowned, O Queen

Of truth, Olympia, where from sacrifice

Diviners seek the will of Zeus to glean,

Who hurls white-flickering lightnings through the skies,

To wot if he hath any word of grace

For men whose hearts yearn hotly to attain

To high achievement, and a breathing-space

From toil to gain.