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Rh And charge ye Teucros, should he come, to care

For me, and show a kindly heart to you.

For now I go the journey I must take;

And ye, do what I bid you, and perchance

Ye soon may hear of me, though now my fate

Is evil, as delivered from all ill.

Chor. I thrill with eager desire, I leap for gladness of heart,

Io, Io, Ο Pan!

Ο Pan! Ο Pan! Ο Pan!

Pan that walketh the waves,

Come from the snow-beaten heights

From Kyllene's mountainous ridge.

Come, Ο my king, that leadest the dance of the Gods,

That thou with me may'st thread

The dance of windings wild,

Nysian, or Knossian named;

For now I needs must dance for very joy.

And King Apollo, o'er Icarian waves,

Coming, the Delian God,

In presence manifest,

May He be with me gracious evermore.

And Ares, too, hath loosed the dark calamitous spell