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Rh And a hoarse sound of thunder

Bellows near; and wreaths of lightning

Flash out fiercely blazing, and whirlwinds dust

Whirl up; and leap the blasts

Of all winds, 'gainst one another

Blowing in opposite array;

And air with sea is mingled;

Such impulse against me from Zeus,

Producing fear, doth plainly come.

O revered Mother, O Ether

Revolving common light to all,

You see me, how unjust things I endure!

 

by night always,

And by day, having the sun, the good

Lead a life without labor, not disturbing the earth

With violent hands, nor the sea water,

For a scanty living; but honored

By the gods, who take pleasure in fidelity to oaths,

They spend a tearless existence;

While the others suffer unsightly pain.

But as many as endured threefold

Probation, keeping the mind from all

Injustice, going the way of Zeus to Kronos' tower,

Where the ocean breezes blow around

The island of the blessed; and flowers of gold shine, 