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Here Narcissus, day by day,

Buds in clustering beauty gay:

Here the golden Crocus gleams,

Murmur here unfailing streams,

Sleep the bubbling fountains never,

Feeding pure Cephiseus' river,

Whose prolific waters daily

Bid the pastures blossom gaily,

With the showers of spring-tide blending,

On the lap of earth descending."

Then, after paying a tribute to the olive, a tree peculiarly sacred in Attica, and the especial care of "Morian Jove" and "blue-eyed Pallas," the chorus concludes:—

The praises lavished on Athenian chivalry are now