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The archer, Poias’ son, and he wended

Troyward, though sickness-worn was his frame,

And he ravaged the city of Priam, and ended

The Danaans’ toil; for of Fate this came.

So by Hiero’s side may a God go guiding

His steps, as in years past ever the same,

The desire of his heart in its season providing.

By Deinomenes’ side, O my Muse, abiding

Chant thou the meed by the chariot won

Of the father whose triumph is joy for the son.

This king, then, whose reign is in Etna begun,

Sing we his fame,