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We will lead the revel, O Queens of Song, from Apollo’s Sikyonian fane

Unto new-built Etna⁠—whose doors flung wide are too strait the throng of her guests to contain⁠—

On unto Chromius’ wealthy palace. Upraise ye the chant of lips sweet-singing!

He hath mounted his car of the steeds triumphant, proclaiming a hymn in the Mother’s praise

And of her twin offspring who ward in fellowship Pytho through everlasting days