Howbeit he saw the crown of prowess won by athletes three,
His sons, who dared the trial, and achieved. By Heaven’s aid,
There is none other house beside that is by victory
Proclaimed the holder of more crowns in that stern strife essayed
At Hellas’ inmost heart with gauntlets in the olive-glade.
Straight flew mine arrow to the mark, though I have told their story
In vaunting strain; yet none the less true rang my bowstring then.
Come, O my Muse, unto this victor waft thy gale of glory,
The breath of song! For when from earth have passed her mighty men,