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And I, their earnest fellow-worker, to mine heart enfold

This glorious race of Lokrians. Song’s honey-dew I shower

On that burg of heroic men. Thy praises have I told,

Archestratus’ all-comely son, whose victory in that hour

Achieved by prowess of thine hand by mine own eyes was seen.

Beside the altar crowned in that Olympian demesne

I saw him! Goodly was his presence, strength and beauty blended

With that spring-bloom which glowed on Ganymede when he ascended

Heaven-high above death’s ruthless clutch, by favour of Love’s Queen.