That intolerable curse unto Hellas! But the night
Of terror hath departed, and the crushing load of care
Is lifted. Yet ’tis better evermore to keep in sight
The perils that be waiting in the path whereon we fare.
For Time is dogging mortals’ steps, with treacherous feet on-stealing,
And tangling all the ways of life. Yet even here is healing
For such as have but freedom. Let us still to hope be clinging!
In Thebe seven-gated nursed, the Graces’ flowers of singing
I needs must give Aegina; for Asopus’ daughters twain
Found favour in the sight of Zeus who over all doth reign.
And one of these by lovely-flowered Dirke’s fair demesne
He caused to dwell, to be the chariot-loving city’s queen.