Midway in prayer for good that now I speak,
My prayer 'gainst them for evil. Be thou then
The escort[[410]] of these good things that I ask,
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With help of Gods, and Earth, and conquering Justice.
With prayers like these my votive gifts I pour;
And as for you [turning to the Chorus] 'tis meet with cries to crown
The pæan ye utter, wailing for the dead.
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Chor. [*]Pour ye the pattering tear,