And now I call on him, the Zeus-sprung steer,[[213]]
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Our true protector, far beyond the sea,
Child of the heifer-foundress of our line,
Who cropped the flowery mead,
Born of the breath, and named from touch of Zeus.
[*]And lo! the destined time
[*]Wrought fully with the name,
And she brought forth the “Touch-born,” Epaphos.
Antistrophe I