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I must awaken Memory, I wis,

To tell the glory of old champions’ might,

The Blepsiads’ conquering sons: the sixth crown this

That wreathes their brows from those games garland-dight.

Yea, their dead fathers have their share therein,

When due memorial rites are not forgot.

The grace of honour living kinsmen win

The dust hides not.