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To the sound of the lyre and the pipe on-sailing

Homeward I come with Diagoras hailing

Aphrodite’s Daughter, the Bride of the Sun,

Sea-girdled Rhodes, to a man fair-fighting

And strong giving glory, whose clenched hand smiting

By Alpheus and Castaly garlands hath won.

And his father I praise, who in justice excelleth,

And in Rhodes triple-citied mid warriors dwelleth

Nigh Asia’s foreland that seaward doth run.