[*]By their own kin struck down,
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That one might hear far off,
Untried by woes like this,
The fate that brings inevitable death.
Chor. Of blessings more than golden, O my child,
Greater than greatest fortune, or the bliss
Of those beyond the North[[425]] thou speakest now;
For this is in thy grasp;
But hold; e'en now this thud of double scourge[[426]]