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Otototoi, Gods, Earth,—

Apollon, Apollon!

Ill-boding here again the god invokes she

—Nowise empowered in woes to stand by helpful.

Apollon, Apollon,

Guard of the ways, my destroyer!

For thou hast quite, this second time, destroyed me.

To prophesy she seems of her own evils:

Remains the god-gift to the slave-soul present.