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In their land, which they name the Grove of Olympus’ Lord,

Where the sons of Aenesidamus gained the award

Of honours whose memory aye is enscroUed.

For, O Thrasybulus, known from of old

To the halls of thine ancient line

Is the winsome charm of the song that leaps

From the lips, as on the procession sweeps

In triumph for victory⁠—thine!