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Rh And in my footprints marking well my track,

Thy fluttered thoughts did paint me to thine eye.

This lock, thy brother's, like in hue to thine,

Mark well, applying it whence it was shorn;

Mark too this garment, by thy shuttle wrought,

Scenes of the chase, embroidered by thy hand.

Be calm,—through joy lose not thy self-control;

For deadly are, I know, those near in blood.

Oh! cherished darling of thy father's house,

Hope of our race, thou precious seed, long wept,

Trusting in thy strong arm thou shalt regain

Thy natal home. O name beloved, in which

Centre four dear affections; for perforce,

Thee I must hail as father, and on thee

Love for my mother, justly hated, falls;

And for my sister, pitilessly slain.

My faithful brother hast thou ever been,

My pride, my awe;—only may Strength and Right,

With Zeus supreme, third Saviour, aid thy cause.

Zeus, Zeus, beholder be thou of these woes;—

Mark the young brood, reft of their eagle-sire,

Who perished in the folds, the snaky toils

Of direful serpent;—orphaned they endure

The pangs of hunger; not yet strong of wing

To carry to the nest the eagle's prey.

So mayest thou behold us twain, myself,