“With heavenward-soaring prayers unto thee do I make my petition
To perfect in Eriboia’s womb for the man at my side
A valiant son, who shall aye be my friend by Fate’s decision,
One of thews invincibly stalwart, hard as the lion’s hide
That at Nemea, first of my labours, I slew, this fell enfolding
My shoulders, and may his courage be worthy his frame’s strong moulding!”
He spake, and a mighty eagle the God sent down from his heaven,
Monarch of birds; and with rapture thrilled for the omen given