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56 That crown whose double honours glow,

Diagoras, around thy brow:

On which four times the Isthmian pine,

And twice the Nemean olive shine:

While Athens on her rocky throne

Made her illustrious wreath his own.

Trophies of many a well-fought field

He won in glory's sacred cause,

The Theban tripod, brazen shield

At Argos, and Arcadia's vase.

Her palms Bœotia's genuine contests yield;

Six times Ægina's prize he gain'd,

As oft Pellene's robe obtain'd,

And graved in characters of fame,

Thy column, Megara, records his name.

Great sire of all, immortal Jove,

On Atabyrius' mount enshrined,

Oh! still may thy propitious mind

Th' encomiastic hymn approve,

Which celebrates in lawful strain

The victor on Olympia's plain,

Whose valorous arm the cæstus knows to wield.

Protected by thy constant care,

In citizens' and strangers' eyes

Still more exalted shall he rise

Whose virtuous deeds thy favour share: