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Yea, in the same day stood victorious

He and his brother in mimic fray;

And at Corinth’s gates was the name twice glorious

Of Epharmostus in athlete-play.

Other wreaths did he win him in Nemea’s vale,

And at Argos again did his prowess prevail,

When in strife with men did he nowise fail,

As he failed not at Athens in boyhood’s day.

And what contest was that, when, waxing bolder,

From the boys’ ranks stealing at Marathon,

He abode the grapple of strong men older

Than he, for the silver cups to be won;

And by ring-craft that shifteth its balance fast

Never falling, he threw them. As tempest-blast

Rang the cheering, as down the arena he passed

In his goodlihead, goodliest deeds who had done.