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44 The triumphs which these hymns afford

Wait on my Syracusan lord.

No lover of contention, I

Respect my oath's compulsive tie—

And while this honest suffrage crowns my lays,

The sweet-toned muses' choir will ratify his praise.

Oh, Phintis! spurn each dull delay,

And haste the vigorous mules to join—

Pursue thy clear and open way

To reach his ancestors' remotest line.

No other guide our steps will need

Safe through these lofty paths to lead.

Since upon their victorious brow

Olympia's verdant chaplets glow—

Then to their flight expanding wide

Let us unbar the gates of song—

Where Pitane in towering pride

O'erlooks Eurotas' sacred tide,

This day the bard must pass along.

To Neptune of Saturnian race

She the black-hair'd Evadne bore—