Thine ear, mighty god, we implore thee

To the prayer of thine offspring incline!

ANTISTROPHE I.

O Thou who with blessing anointed,

Wert born when by Fate ’twas appointed,

With thy name to all ages a sign![f6]

In this land of the mother that bore thee,

Her toils we remember before thee,

Where she cropped the green mead with the kine.

O strange were her fortunes, and stranger