O all ye Nereids crowned with golden hair
My brother bring, back home, I pray.
His heart’s true wish both good and fair
Accomplished, every way.
May he for former errors make amend—
If once to sin his feet did go—
Become a joy, again, to every friend,
A grief to every foe.
O may our house through no man come to shame,
O may he now be glad to bring