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And when the point of that wrath-gleaming spear laid low the son

Of splendour-glowing Dawn. This was the track oft trod before,

A chariot-highway, where the bards of olden time rode on.

And I too follow in their path, inspired by legend-lore.

Yet still the wave that nighest rolls unto the steering-oar

Disquiets most the shipman’s heart; so, twofold burden bearing,

Alkimidas, on willing shoulders, to thy land I speed.

A messenger to tell that thou, thy new-won glory sharing

With thy far-famous house, this five-and-twentieth triumph-meed