That strike the ear with mourner's woe-fraught cry.
Though yet alive, I wail mine obsequies;
Thee, Apian sea-girt bluff,[[218]]
I greet (our alien speech
Thou knowest well, O land,)
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And ofttimes fall, with rendings passionate,
On robe of linen and Sidonian veil.
Antistrophe VI
But to the Gods, for all things prospering well,