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Then to the strong-limbed hero, in token of love that they bare.

Stretched forth their hands his comrades, and crowned with garlands his hair,

And with loving praises they hailed him, and glad acclaiming shout.

Then straightway the wondrous scion of Helios pointed out

The place where the golden-gleaming Fleece was hung, wide-strained

By the falchion of Phrixus: he trusted the goal should ne’er be attained

Of that last toil by the stranger: in a tangled thicket it lay

In a ravening dragon’s warding whose jaw-teeth gripped it aye;

And in length and in breadth was he greater than a galley fifty-oared

Welded by iron mallets with blow upon blow down-poured.