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Rh If wise, if fair, if noble,

Any man. For neither do the gods,

Without the august Graces,

Rule the dance,

Nor feasts; but stewards

Of all works in heaven,

Having placed their seats

By golden-bowed Pythian Apollo,

They reverence the eternal power

Of the Olympian Father.

August Aglaia and song-loving

Euphrosyne, children of the mightiest god,

Hear now, and Thalia loving song,

Beholding this band, in favorable fortune

Lightly dancing; for in Lydian

Manner meditating,

I come celebrating Asopichus,

Since Minya by thy means is victor at the Olympic games.

Now to Persephone's

Black-walled house go, Echo,

Bearing to his father the famous news;

That seeing Gleodamus thou mayest say,

That in renowned Pisa's vale

His son crowned his young hair

With plumes of illustrious contests.

Thou extinguishest even the spear-like bolt

Of everlasting fire. And the eagle sleeps on the sceptre of Zeus,