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Mother mine, O Thebe of shield all-golden,

Me shall thy sovran behest embolden,

How full soever mine hands be, to lay

All other service aside for to-day.

O Delos, thou for whose exaltation

Hath my soul been outpoured, have no indignation!

What to a son true-hearted can be

More dear than a mother? Ah, yield to my plea,

Isle of Apollo! By grace of Heaven

Shall coupled fulfilment ere long be given

Unto hymnal-homages twain by me,