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Rh Now may the Zeus-born gods on high

Hear us pour forth

A votive prayer for Argos' clan!—

Never may this Pelasgian earth,

Amid the fire-wrack, shrill the dismal cry

On Ares, ravening lord of fight,

Who in accursèd harvest mows down man!

For lo, this land had pity on our plight,

And unto us were merciful and leal,

To us, the piteous flock, who at Zeus' altar kneel!

They scornèd not the pleas of maidenhood,

Nor with the young men's will hath their will stood.

They knew right well

Th' unearthly watching fiend invincible,

The foul avenger—let him not draw near!

For he, on roofs ill-starred,

Defiling and polluting, keeps a ghastly ward!

They knew his vengeance, and took holy heed

To us, the sister suppliants, who cry

To Zeus, the lord of purity:

Therefore with altars pure they shall the gods revere.

Thus, through the boughs that shade our lips, fly forth in air,

Fly forth, O eager prayer:

May never pestilence efface

This city's race,

Nor be the land with corpses strewed,

Nor stained with civic blood;

The stem of youth, unpluckt, to manhood come,

Nor Ares rise from Aphrodité's bower,