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These blessings be thine, may all see plainly;

And this thou showest, O liberal-souled,

O princely ruler of many a street

Fair-circled with towers where thy squadrons meet;

And such riches and honour thy weal complete

That in fantasy’s folly he striveth vainly

Who saith that any surpassed thee of old

Among Hellene lords that be famed in story.

On the prow of my galley with flowers hung round

Will I take my stand as the praises I sing

Of thy prowess. Young hearts win strengthening

From courage when trumpets for onset ring.

Yea, thou, I proclaim it, hast won thee glory

Therefrom, a glory that knows no bound,