Who sharest the throne of heaven's lord.340

Mycenae's altars blaze for thee.

Thou alone dost protect us,

Anxious and suppliant;

Thou art the goddess of peace,

And the issues of war are thine;345

And thine are the laurels of victory twined

On the brow of our king Agamemnon.

To thee the boxwood flute resounds

In solemn festival;