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Hear, O thou Daughter of Zeus the Deliverer, Fortune the Saver

From peril! Keep watch and ward, I implore,

Over Himera, burg of the far-stretching might; for ’tis by thy favour

That ships be steered to their haven-shore

Over the sea; and torrent-like wars, and council-decisions

Be guided on land. Tossed high, whelmed low

Be the hopes of men, as over a sea of delusive visions

Cleaving the treacherous waves they go.