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Rh Upon Platæa's soil from Dorian spear—

Yea, and to children's children, heaps of slain

Voiceless, shall record bear to eyes of men,

That thoughts too lofty suit not mortal man;

For bursting into blossom, Insolence

Its harvest-ear, Delusion, ripeneth,

And reaps most tearful crop. Beholding then,

Such the requital of these impious deeds,

Remember Athens, Hellas,—and let none

Disdaining present fortune, lusting still

For other, squander great prosperity.

For Zeus, chastiser of o'erweening thoughts,

Is aye at hand, an auditor severe.

Wherefore, with timely warning, counsel him,

Lacking in wisdom, that he henceforth cease

'Gainst Heaven to sin, with overweening pride.

But thou, O Xerxes' aged mother dear,

Enter thy home, and taking fit attire

Go meet thy son; for the embroidered robes,

Through grief of heart at these calamities,

Around his person all are torn to shreds;

Soothe him with kindly words, for well I wot,

Thy voice alone will he endure to hear.

But I to nether darkness now depart.

Farewell, ye elders; although ills surround,

Yet to your souls give joyance, day by day,

For to the dead no profit is in wealth.