Of all I joined in harmless fellowship.
Time waxing old, too, cleanses all alike:
And now with pure lips, I in words devout,
Call Athenæa, whom this land owns queen,
To come and help me: So without a war
Shall she gain me, my land, my Argive people,
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Full faithful friends, allies for evermore;[[492]]
But whether in the climes of Libyan land,
Hard by her birth-stream's foam, Tritonian named,[[493]]