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236 O, a fortune too blissful for words doth receive thee, my soul, doth receive thee!

What can I say?—for, transcending all marvels, of speech they bereave me,

The things that have come on us now!

Hereafter side by side may we be blest!

O friends, I am thrilled with a strange delight:

Yet I fear lest out of mine arms to the height

Of the heaven he may wing his flight.

O hearths Cyclopian, O my fatherland

Mycenæ the dear,

For the gift of his life thanks, thanks for thy fostering hand,

For that erst thou didst rear

My brother, a light of defence in our halls to stand.

Touching our birth blest are we, but our life,

My sister, in its fortunes was unblest.

I know it, alas! who remember the blade

To my throat by my wretched father laid—

Woe's me! though far, I seem to see thee there!

When by guile I was thitherward trained, the bride,

As they feigned, whom Achilles should wed!