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10 Healer do thou become!—of this solicitude

Which, now, stands plainly forth of evil mood,

And, then but from oblations, hope, to-day

Gracious appearing, wards away

From soul the insatiate care,

The sorrow at my breast, devouring there!

Empowered am I to sing

The omens, what their force which, journeying,

Rejoiced the potentates:

(For still, from God, inflates

My breast, song-suasion: age,

Born to the business, still such war can wage)

—How the fierce bird against the Teukris land

Dispatched, with spear and executing hand,