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Rh His is the life of life—so all men say,—

His is the seed of Zeus.

Who else had power stern Hera's craft to stay,

Her vengeful curse to loose?

Yea, all from Zeus befel!

And rightly wouldst thou tell

That we from Epaphus, his child, were born:

Justly his deed was done;

Unto what other one,

Of all the gods, should I for justice turn?

From him our race did spring;

Creator he and King,

Ancient of days and wisdom he, and might.

As bark before the wind,

So, wafted by his mind,

Moves every counsel, each device aright.

Beneath no stronger hand

Holds he a weak command,

No throne doth he abase him to adore;

Swift as a word, his deed

Acts out what stands decreed

In counsels of his heart, for evermore.

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Take heart, my children: the land's heart is kind,

And to full issue has their voting come.

All hail, my sire; thy word brings utmost joy.

Say, to what issue is the vote made sure,

And how prevailed the people's crowding hands?