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Since thirty wreaths the herald ' sweet - toned sound
Their           Olympia plain Ere now my song has given fame
And future crowns the lay shall move true my ardent wishes prove
But should the natal Dæmon bless Since God alone confers success
s
Jove and War stern lord The embryo glories achieve
we leave
For them what verdant garlands grow
On the Parnassian mountain brow What chaplets Thebes and Argos yield
And green Arcadia sacred grove Where stands witness the field
The altar Lycæan Jove 154
Pellene Sicyon have beheld their might Æacidæ well guarded grove
Eleusis Megara where oft fight
As oft splendid Marathon they strove 170 Euboea and the wealthy cities spread
Beneath aspiring Ætna head
Through Græcia realm more wreaths them
belong
Than could number the poet song
Still mighty Jove preserve their tranquil state
175 may increasing joys the virtuous race await 165
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