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With prayer and sacrifice ceased not adoring

Heaven’s herald Hermes, him in whom begun

Be Games and ended, who is honour pouring

On Arcady’s hero-land⁠—He, Sostratus’ son,

With his deep-thundering Sire, thy bliss fulfils.

My tongue is poesy’s whetstone shrilly-sounding!

That fancy all my willing spirit thrills

With breathings beauty-rippling. Flower-abounding

Metope in Stymphalus ringed of hills,