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Even so—with gracious aspect let him aid.

Fain were I now to seat me by thy side.

Now dally not, but put our thought in act.

Zeus, pity our distress, or e'er we die.

If so he will, your toils to joy will turn.

Lo, on this shrine, the semblance of a bird.

Zeus' bird of dawn it is; invoke the sign.

Thus I invoke the saving rays of morn.