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Rh From bow no longer urging at us arrows!

Enough, beside Skamandros, cam'st thou adverse:

Now, contrary, be saviour thou and healer,

O king Apollon! And gods conquest-granting,

All—I invoke too, and my tutelary

Hermes, dear herald, heralds' veneration,—

And Heroes our forthsenders,—friendly, once more

The army to receive, the war-spear's leavings!

Ha, mansions of my monarchs, roofs beloved,

And awful seats, and deities sun-fronting—

Receive with pomp your monarch, long time absent!

For he comes bringing light in night-time to you,

In common with all these—king Agamemnon.

But kindly greet him—for clear shows your duty—

Who has dug under Troia with the mattock