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wert thou, Ο thou voice

Of Zeus, that bad'st rejoice,

Floating to Thebes from Pytho gold-abounding?

I tremble; every sense

Thrills with the dread suspense;

(O Delian Pæan, hear our cries resounding!)

My soul is filled with fears,

What thou wilt work on earth,

Or now or in the circling years;—

Speak, child of golden Hope, thou Voice of heavenly birth!

Athena, first of all,

Thee, child of Zeus, I call,

And Artemis thy sister with us dwelling,

Whom, on her glorious throne,

Our agora doth own,

And Phœbos in the archer's skill excelling;

Come, Ο ye Guardians three,

If e'er in days of yore