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O Syracuse, city in greatness excelling,

Precinct of Ares through gulfs of war

Who plungeth, O nurse of the warrior and steed

That in clash of the steel of battle-weed

Exult, from radiant Thebes do I speed

Bearing a song of the great race, telling

Of the swift earth-shaking four-horsed car,

The race wherein Hiero triumphward riding

Flashed down the course with his glorious team,

And crowned with garlands that glowed far-seen

Ortygia, the haunt of the River-queen

Artemis⁠—aided of her, I ween,

His hands as with spells of enchantment were guiding

Those steeds with a bridle of rainbow-gleam;