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86 Or young, or bowed with years,

Give forth the fierce command,

And lay it low in dust.

For lo! the eye of Zeus,

Zeus of our olive groves,

That sees eternally,

Casteth its glance thereon,

And she, Athena, with the clear, grey eyes.

And yet another praise is mine to sing,

Gift of the mighty God

To this our city, mother of us all,

Her greatest, noblest boast,

Famed for her goodly steeds,

Famed for her bounding colts,

Famed for her sparkling sea.

Poseidon, son of Kronos, Lord and King,

To Thee this boast we owe,

For first in these our streets

Thou to the untamed horse

Did'st use the conquering bit:

And here the well-shaped oar,

By skilled hands deftly plied,

Still leapeth through the sea,

Following in wondrous guise,

The fair Nereids with their hundred feet.