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Earth, and all-lighting glow of Sun,

Behold, behold;

See this sad woman and undone,

Ere yet her murderous hand, made bold

Against her own, her children slay.

For they sprang of the golden stem

Of thy descent; and great to-day

Our dread the blood of gods in them

Shall by a mortal's wrath be spilt.

But now do thou, oh Zeus-born light,

Stay her, prevent; put thou to flight

That fell Erinnys to this home

From gods avenging past crimes come

To whelm her in despair and guilt.

Upon thy children has thy care

Been spent in vain;

In vain thy loved babes didst thou bear;

Thou who the inhospitable lane