Lift the strong full-throated hymn,
To greet Orestes’ triumph? Thou,
O sacred Earth, and verge revered
Of this lofty mound, where sleeps
The kingly helmsman of our State,
Hear thou, and help! prevail the hour
Of suasive wile, and smooth deceit![n55]
Herald him Hermes—lead him, thou
The nightly courier of the dead,[n56]
Through this black business of the sword!