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210 'Tis not in my imperfect art

Thy soul, oh Megas! to restore;

And empty hopes can but impart

The issue vain they ever bore.

But a musæan stone to raise

To thee, and in thy tribe's high praise,

The brave Chariadæ, 'tis mine—

With joy I hail thy double speed,

And to reward the glorious deed

Send forth the tributary line.

Full oft before the child of grief

Has found in song a sure relief.

Th' encomiastic hymn was rife

Before Adrastus' and the Thebans' strife.