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’Neath our song’s forecourt-rooftree pillars golden

Will we uprear; a palace shall it seem.

’Tis meet the forefront shine out far-beholden

Of work that hath such splendour-flashing theme.

The victor at Olympia, who withal

Is treasurer of Zeus’s oracle-altar,

Who is co-founder of the glorious wall

Of Syracuse⁠—shall his song-praises falter?

Share not the joy his fellow-burghers all?