Fear nothing, father: for unless the gods
Have forged new counsels, we ev’n to the end
Will tread the trodden path, and will not bend.
CHORAL HYMN.[n55]
STROPHE I.
Semi-Chorus 1.
Lift ye the solemn hymn!
High let your pæans brim!
Praise in your strain
Gods that in glory reign
High o’er the Argive plain,
High o’er each castled hold,