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Hither with joy to fill thee shall he come

By truce.

But yon chief, ancient, who is he,

Car-borne, who sways the reins of horses white?

The prophet Amphiaraus, Lady, is this.

With him are victims, Earth's blood-offerings.

O Daughter of Leto the Queen of the radiant zone,

O Moon, thou golden-rounded gleam,

How calmly, how soberly ever he driveth on,

One after other goading his team!

And where is Kapaneus—he who hurls at Thebes

Outrage of threats?

There:—he counts up and down

The wall-stones, gauging our towers' scaling-height.

O Nemesis, O ye thunders rolling deep

Of Zeus, thou flaming light of his levin,

Overweening vaunts dost thou hush into endless sleep!

And is this the hero by whom shall be given