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Rh Of her who browsed the flowery lea,

Ancestral mother of our line

Through breath and touch of Zeus. For time,

When to full plenitude it came,

Brought Epaphos to light, whose name

Showed forth the touch sublime.

His name rehearsing, where of old

His mother trod the grassy wold,—

Recalling now her ancient toil,

I to the holders of this soil

Sure tokens of my birth will show;

Ay, of my words shall proofs appear

In season due, unlooked-for, clear,

That all their truth may know.

And should there chance to linger near

Some native augur, on his ear

When falls our plaintive wail;

Will he not deem the anguished note

Of Tereus' bride around doth float,

The hawk-chased nightingale?