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And this thy banished one prayeth that, now that his cup of pain

Hath been drained to the dregs, he may look on the home of his youth again,

May have part by Apollo’s fountain in the feast, may yield his heart

To the joyance of youth, and mid burghers wise in the minstrel’s art

May hold in his hands the cithern cunningly carved, and to peace

May attain, doing hurt unto no man, and injured by none of these;

And shall tell how fair a fountain of song immortal he found

For Arkesilas, late welcomed by a friend on Theban ground.