Chapter_521

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Heracles lifted his voice, and he spake as speaketh a seer:

“Lo, thou shalt have the son thou desirest, Telamon;

And after the name of the bird that thou sawest but now appear,

So shalt thou name him, Aias, a world-famed mighty one,

In the battle-toils of thy people a warrior deadly strong.”

So spake he, and sat him down. But for me it were all too long

Of all their achievements to tell. I came, O Queen of Song,

For Phylakidas, Pytheas, Euthymenes, the march to array

Of the triumph-procession, and brief, after Argive wont, be the lay.