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PINDAR.
So shall the hymn's triumphant tone
The hero's glorious deeds that sings
Exalt him to the rank of kings.
Though now by Acheron he dwell,
Yet shall my tongue his conquests tell; 135
When Corinth round the victor's brow
In thund'ring Neptune's game her parsley bade to glow. 142
He by thy willing grandsire's tongue,
Old Euphanes, has erst been sung,
Coevals, youth, in other days; 140
For best, as in heroic deeds,
By Fortune aided, each succeeds,
Each his bright eloquence displays;
As he Melesias who commends
At once the doubtful strife suspends: 145
Weaving the melodies of song,
Unconquer'd in the wrestler's toil,
Mild to the good and friendly throng,
But rough his enemies to foil. 156
