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But they that through those three lives have endured, their spirits refraining

From sin upon each side death,

These traverse the pathway of Zeus, to the Tower of Kronos attaining,

Where the breezes of Ocean breathe

Round the Isles of the Blest, where flowers all-golden like flames are glowing,

Which are drooping from trees of splendour, or float on the flood soft-flowing;

And their heads and their hands they enwreathe,