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Now be it mine to make such song-oblation,

To Zeus Kronion tendering dedication

Thereof, and Nemea. This my prelude be

To Timasarchus’ wrestling. Be it of thee

Welcomed, O Aiakids’ stronghold goodly-towered,

Beacon of justice, aliens’ sanctuary!

O were thy sire Timokritus yet dowered

With life’s heat by the sun all-quickening,

Oft bending o’er the changeful cithern-string

Would he have waked his music for his son,

And hymned the glorious triumph he hath won,