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Now when to fruitage of youth golden-pinioned

He won, to Alpheus’ mid-stream he strode

’Neath the night-stars, and on the wide-dominioned,

His grandsire, called, and Delos’ Archer-god,

Praying, “Let honour nation-fostering rest

Upon mine head!” And answer made his father

With voice infallible to his request:

“Arise, and to that place where all men gather

Follow, my son, obeying my behest.”