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Phœnicia is my country, gave me birth,
And nurtured me, till, captive by the spear.
Selected from the virgin train, the sons
Of Cadmus led me hither, to Apollo
A hallowed offering.
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As yet Castalia's silver wave
These flowing tresses waits to lave,
Delicious stream, where bathes the virgin train,