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Sing: I am fain to uplift him before ye

Wreathed with the Twelve Toils' garland of glory:

For the dead have a heritage, yea, have a crown,

Even deathless memorial of deeds of renown.

In Zeus' glen first, in the Lion's lair,

He fought, and the terror was no more there;

But the tawny beast's grim jaws were veiling

His golden head, and behind swept, trailing

Over his shoulders, its fell of hair.

Then on the mountain-haunters raining

Far-flying arrows, his hand laid low

The tameless tribes of the Centaurs, straining

Against them of old that deadly bow.

Peneius is witness, the lovely-gliding,

And the fields unsown over plains wide-spreading,

And the hamlets in glens of Pelion hiding,

And on Homolê's borders many a steading,

Whence poured they with ruining hoofs down-treading

Thessaly's harvests, for battle-brands

Tossing the mountain pines in their hands.

And the Hind of the golden-antlered head,

And the dappled hide, which wont to spread

O'er the lands of the husbandmen stark desolation,

He slew it, and brought, for propitiation,

Unto Oinoë's Goddess, the Huntress dread.

And on Diomede's chariot he rode, for he reined them,

By his bits overmastered, the stallions four