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lies,

Towards Lydian lowlands hies,

And o'er Cilician and Pamphylian hills

And ever-flowing rills,

And thence to Aphrodite's fertile shore,

The land of garnered wheat and wealthy store.

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And thence, deep-stung by wild unrest,

By the winged fly that goaded her and drave,

Unto the fertile land, the god-possest

(Where, fed from far-off snows,

Life-giving Nilus flows,

Urged on by Typho's strength, a fertilizing wave),

She roves, in harassed and dishonoured flight,

Scathed by the blasting pangs of Hera's dread despite.

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And they within the land

With terror shook and wanned,

So strange the sight they saw, and were afraid-

A wild twy-natured thing, half heifer and half maid.

Whose hand was laid at last on Io, thus forlorn,

With many roamings worn?

Who bade the harassed maiden's peace return?

strophe 4

Zeus, lord of time eterne.

Yea, by his breath divine, by his unscathing strength,

She lays aside her bane,

And softened back to womanhood at length

Sheds human tears again.

Then, quickened with Zeus' veritable seed,

A progeny she bare,

A stainless babe, a child of heavenly breed.

antistrophe 4

Of life and fortune fair.

His is the life of life-so all men say,-

His is the seed of Zeus.

Who else had power stern Hera's craft to stay,

Her vengeful curse to loose?

Yea, all from Zeus befel!

And rightly wouldst thou tell

That we from Epaphus, his child, were born:

Justly his deed was done;

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Unto what other one,

Of all the gods, should I for justice turn?

From him our race did spring;

Creator he and King,

Ancient of days and wisdom he, and might.

As bark before the wind,

So, wafted by his mind,

Moves every counsel, each device aright.

antistrophe 5

Beneath no stronger hand

Holds he a weak command,

No throne doth he abase him to adore;

Swift as a word, his deed

Acts out what stands decreed

In counsels of his heart, for evermore.

Danaus re-enters.

Danaus:

Take heart, my children: the land's heart is kind,

And to full issue has their voting come.

Leader of the Chorus:

All hail, my sire; thy word brings utmost joy.

Say, to what issue is the vote made sure,

And how prevailed the people's crowding hands?

Danaus:

With one assent the Argives spake their will,

And, hearing, my old heart took youthful cheer.

The very sky was thrilled when high in air

The concourse raised right hands and swore their oath:-

Free shall the maidens sojourn in this land.

Unharried, undespoiled by mortal wight:

No native hand, no hand of foreigner

Shall drag them hence; if any man use force-

Whoe'er of all our countrymen shall fail

To come unto their aid, let him go forth,

Beneath the people's curse, to banishment.

So did the king of this Pelasgian folk

Plead on behalf of us, and bade them heed

That never, in the after-time, this realm

Should feed to fulness the great enmity

Of Zeus, the suppliants' guard, against itself!

A twofold curse, for wronging stranger-guests

Who are akin withal, confrontingly

Should rise before this city and be shown

A ruthless monster, fed on human doom.

Such things the Argive people heard, and straight,

Without proclaim of herald, gave assent:

Yea, in full conclave, the Pelasgian folk

Heard suasive pleas, and Zeus through them resolved.

The Chorus now sings a prayer of thankfulness.

Chorus:

Arouse we now to chant our prayer

For fair return of service fair

And Argos' kindly will.

Zeus, lord of guestright, look upon

The grace our stranger lips have won.

In right and truth, as they begun,

Guide them, with favouring hand, until

Thou dost their blameless wish fulfil!

strophe 1

Now may the Zeus-born gods on high

Hear us pour forth

A votive prayer for Argos' clan!-

Never may this Pelasgian earth,

Amid the fire-wrack, shrill the dismal cry

On Ares, ravening lord of fight,

Who in an alien harvest mows down man!

For lo, this land had pity on our plight,

And unto us were merciful and leal,

To us, the piteous flock, who at Zeus' altar kneel!

antistrophe 1

They scorned not the pleas of maidenhood,

Nor with

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