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His courteous speech that Norland people swayed⁠—

The folk who serve Apollo⁠—to bestow

To his true-hearted prayer for Zeus’s glade,

Whither all Hellenes go,

A shadowing tree, a universal boon,

A wreath for prowess of the mighty given.

When hallowed were Zeus’ altars, lo, the Moon

Of midmonth flashed her splendour plenilune

Full in the face of Even.