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Wrote itself down upon : nor remedy
Which Phoibos gave to the Asklepiadai ; ^
Cutting the roots of many a virtuous herb mo
To solace overburdened mortals. None !
Of this sole goddess, never may we go
To altar nor to image : sacrifice
She hears not. All to pray for is — 'Approach !
But, oh, no harder on me, awful one, nis
Than heretofore ! Let life endure thee still !
For, whatsoe'er Zeus' nod decree, that same
In concert with thee hath accomplishment.
Iron, the very stuff o' the Chaluboi,^
Thou, by sheer strength, dost conquer and subdue ; 1720
Nor, of that harsh abrupt resolve of thine.
Any relenting is there ! '
" Ο my king ! Thee also, in the shackles of those hands, Not to be shunned, the Goddess grasped ! Yet, bear ! Since never wilt thou lead from underground 1725
The dead ones, wail thy worst ! If mortals die, — The very children of immortals, too, Dropped 'mid our darkness, these decay as sure ! Dear indeed was she while among us : dear, Now she is dead, must she forever be : 1730
Thy portion was to clasp, within thy couch, The noblest of all women as a wife. Nor be the tomb of her supposed some heap That hides mortality : but like the Gods Honored, a veneration to a world 1735
Of wanderers ! Oft the wanderer, struck thereby, Who else had sailed past in his merchant-ship, Ay, he shall leave ship, land, long wind his way
^ Sons, that is, followers, of Aesculapius, the god of healing. 2 See Prometheus, page 117, line 834.
