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Lifting thy foot encased
In slipper saffron-dyed,
And giving to our view
Thy royal tiara's crest:[[48]]
Speak, O Dareios, faultless father, speak.
Antistrophe III
Yea, come, that thou, O Lord, may'st hear the woes,
Woes new and strange, our lord has now endured;
For on us now has fallen