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For he dwells in a city where cannot perish

Delight in song, where rule spear-clashing

Aiakids: eager are they to cherish

A spirit in strife of the Games well-tried.

If a man by achievements be glorified,

He hath dropped on the Muses’ rills sun-flashing

Honey-sweet matter for song-delight.

For shrouded in gloom of oblivion’s night

Are mighty deeds that be left unsung.

One mirror alone do we know that hath flung

Their reflection afar to endure for long,

If by grace of the Lady of Memory

Of the shining coronal, these may see

Their requital for toils in ringing song.