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May he look

Graciously on us: if it pleases him,

All will be well. Call now upon this child

Of Zeus.

I call upon the radiant Sun,

The saving source of health, to heal our woes,

And pure Apollo once exiled from heaven;

God though he is, he knows this earthly lot,

And feels perhaps for frail mortality.

May he in very deed commiserate

And stand a ready helper by our side.

Which of these Gods shall I next invoke?

I see

The trident of the Isthmian King.

He gave

Fair passage to our vessel: welcome fair

May he accord on land.

And here is Hermes,

After the way the Hellenes fashion him.

Well met indeed: I pray that he may prove

A herald of glad tidings.