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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.