So now to parents, children, native land,
A passage burst. And bring away with thee290
The shapes of death, and all that greedy time
Through countless rounds of years has hidden away;
Those nations who have drunk forgetfulness,
Drive out before thee, fearful of the light.
The spoils are all unworthy of thy fame,
If thou shouldst bring from hades only that295
Which was commanded. But too bold my words,
And thoughtless of my present lot I speak.