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Till the Lord of Olympus, from earth upraising

The daughter of Opus, wafted his bride

To a lone spot meet for a God’s embracing

Mid Mainalus’ ridges, and lay by her side.

Thereafter to Lokrus the childless he brought

That maid, lest the fingers of eld should blot

Out his name, and his line be continued not

If heirless the king of the land should have died.

But the king’s bride bare till her time’s fulfilling

The seed of the Mightiest ’neath her zone;

And the hero rejoiced with a joy heart-thrilling

O’er the fair babe not of his own seed sown;

And he gave him his mother’s father’s name,

And a man pre-eminent he became

In goodlihead and in deeds of fame,

And his sire gave a city to rule for his own.