And Orchomenus’ fields in my lay shall be chanted,
Henceforth by his father’s memory haunted,
Who was cast on her strand, a shipwrecked wight,
From the boundless waters, in evil plight;
But with welcoming kindness that land embraced him.
Yet his house’s fortune hath now upraised him
To behold once more the unclouded ray
Of prosperity’s sun of the former day.
Yea, he who hath suffered sore tribulation
Wins forethought for pain’s one compensation.
And bears it thenceforth in his heart for aye.