Half man, which made the god-part God the more.
"Hosts mine," he broke upon the sorrow with,
"Inhabitants of this Pheraian soil,
Chance I upon Admetos inside here?"
The irresistible sound wholesome heart
O' the hero,—more than all the mightiness
At labor in the limbs that, for man's sake,
Labored and meant to labor their life-long,—
This drove back, dried up sorrow at its source.
How could it brave the happy weary laugh