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While Iole the fatal change declares,

Alcmena’s pitying hand oft wiped her tears.

Grief too stream’d down her cheeks; soon sorrow flies,

And rising joy the trickling moisture dries,

Lo Iolaus stands before their eyes.

A youth he stood, and the soft down began

O’er his smooth chin to spread, and promise man.

Hebe submitted to her husband’s prayers,

Instill’d new vigour, and restored his years.