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To him and Zeus did royal-souled Alkmena

In love united, in one travail bear

The might of twin sons: conquerors they were

Ever, these twain, in battle’s grim arena.

A dullard is the man who never raiseth

His voice to sing the deeds of Heracles,

And Dirke’s streams remembereth not nor praiseth

Whose Fountain-maid reared him and Iphikles.

Unto these now will I uplift a chanting

Of triumph-song for that their gracious granting

Of vows’ fulfilment. On me may your light,

O Graces ringing-voiced, shine ever bright!

Aegina and Nisus’ Hill have heard me singing

Three times ere this, Kyrene’s praise outringing.