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But bethink thee of Zeus the while thou raisest

For Nemean triumph the far-ringing song

Soft-swelling. ’Tis meet that the while thou praisest

Him who sitteth enthroned the Immortals among,

Such praise be chanted in this your land

With reverent voice by the chorus-band,

For that here of his seed begotten, ’tis sung,

Of an Isle-nymph mother hath Aiakus sprung