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408 The vengeful ire I recognize

Of thy dread consort who subdues the skies.

For still the tempest raves amain

After the hurricane.

Then how may Zeus be free

From righteous obloquy,

The offspring slighting, scion of his race,

Whom erst the heifer bare,

If now he hide his face

From us who seek his grace?

Nay, but on high may he attend our prayer!

Oh Zeus, for Io's sake

The wrath of heaven, alas, doth us o'ertake;

The vengeful ire I recognize

Of thy dread consort who subdues the skies.

For still the tempest raves amain

After the hurricane.

Needful is prudence, children.—Ye have come

With prudent sire, this trusty pilot old,

And taking forethought also here ashore

I charge you guard my words, well tableted.—

Dust, voiceless herald of a host, I see;—

The wheel-naves keep not silence, axle-driven;—

And now a shielded band with brandished spears,

With steeds and curved chariots, I descry.—

Perchance the rulers of this land, apprized