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“But he, who in this war must flee the foemen,

Hero Adrastus⁠—in that day I see

He is with tidings of far happier omen

Compassed as with a wreath of victory.

Yet also he

In his own house affliction’s cup shall drain;

For, of the Danaan host shall he, he only

Gather a slain son’s bones in anguish lonely,

Ere safe, with folk unscathed, he comes again