To welcome back the host that war has spared.
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Hail, O ye royal dwellings, home beloved!
Ye solemn thrones, and Gods who face the sun![[310]]
If e'er of old, with cheerful glances now
After long time receive our king's array.
For he is come, in darkness bringing light
To you and all, our monarch, Agamemnon.
Salute him with all grace; for so 'tis meet,
Since he hath dug up Troïa with the spade