But mellowed by long time and travel-worn.
Among new households, alien ways, o’er land
And beyond sea....
Taught wisdom in the school of misery,
I am learned in all atonement.... The stains
Of slaughter on my hands are dulled and pale.
The guilt of matricide is washed away,
For while quite recent, at Apollo’s hearth,
’Twas driven out and purged with death of swine,
And tedious were the number to tell o’er