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Subdued, and to his humbler bed

A lofty-throned Nereid led.

His eye beheld th' assembled train

Who rule in heaven and in the main,

Seated on high, and bless his race

With the rich gifts of power and grace.

To Gades none can urge his sail,

Which clouds and western darkness veil.

Approaching that most distant strand,

Return the bark to Europe's land;

For never can my tongue avail

To sing, Æacidæ, your lengthen'd tale.

But faithful to my compact, I

Hither a ready herald came,

To celebrate those triumphs high

In sports that knit the hardy frame;

Which Isthmus and Olympia's field

To the Theandridæ with Nemea's yield.

There having made a first essay,

Homeward again they bend their way,

But not without the frequent crown

That bears the fruit of high renown.

Thy tribe on thee we hear in solemn state

With songs of triumph, Timasarchus, wait.

If whiter than the Parian stone

A monument thou bid me raise

To Callicles thine uncle's praise—

As fires that sparkling gold refine

Give all its purest beams to shine—